Bess (William Stafford Poems)
Ours are the streets where Bess first met hercancer. She went to work every day past thesecure houses. At her ...
Ours are the streets where Bess first met hercancer. She went to work every day past thesecure houses. At her ...
Cold nights outside the taverns in Wyomingpickups and big semis lounge idling, letting theirhaunches twitch now and then in gusts ...
Aristotle was a little man witheyes like a lizard, and he found a streakdown the midst of things, a smooth ...
Whispering to each handhold, "I'll be back,"I go up the cliff in the dark. One placeI loosen a rock and ...
When we first moved here, pulledthe trees in around us, curledour backs to the wind, no onehad ever hit the ...
Sometimes up out of this landa legend begins to move.Is it a coming nearof something under love?Love is of the ...
Setting a trotline after sundownif we went far enough away in the nightsometimes up out of deep waterwould come a ...
At noon in the desert a panting lizardwaited for history, its elbows tense,watching the curve of a particular roadas if ...
Time tells them. They go along touchingthe grass, the feathery ends. When it feelsjust so, they start the mowing machine,leaving ...
This is the field where the battle did not happen,where the unknown soldier did not die.This is the field where ...
If we see better through tiny,grim glasses, we like to weartiny, grim glasses.Our parents willed us thisview. It's tundra? We ...
Paw marks near one burrow show Graydigger at home, I bend low, from down there swivel my head, grasstop level--the ...
Day after day up there beating my wings with all the softness truth requires I feel them shrug whenever I ...
The light along the hills in the morning comes down slowly, naming the trees white, then coasting the ground for ...
In line at lunch I cross my fork and spoon to ward off complicity--the ordered life our leaders have offered ...
Traveling through the dark I found a deer dead on the edge of the Wilson River road. It is usually ...
In the late night listening from bed I have joined the ambulance or the patrol screaming toward some drama, the ...
Some time when the river is ice ask me mistakes I have made. Ask me whether what I have done ...
1 Sometimes in the open you look up where birds go by, or just nothing, and wait. A dim feeling ...
If you don't know the kind of person I am and I don't know the kind of person you are ...
It is time for all the heroes to go home if they have any, time for all of us common ...
Got up on a cool morning. Leaned out a window. No cloud, no wind. Air that flowers held for awhile. ...
When I face north a lost Cree on some new shore puts a moccasin down, rock in the light and ...
With Kit, Age 7, at the Beach We would climb the highest dune, from there to gaze and come down: ...
The light by the barn that shines all night pales at dawn when a little breeze comes. A little breeze ...
There is a country to cross you will find in the corner of your eye, in the quick slip of ...
Even in the cave of the night when you wake and are free and lonely, neglected by others, discarded, loved ...
I glanced at her and took my glasses off--they were still singing. They buzzed like a locust on the coffee ...
Tomorrow will have an island. Before night I always find it. Then on to the next island. These places hidden ...
My family slept those level miles but like a bell rung deep till dawn I drove down an aisle of ...
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