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William Stafford’s poem “The Way It Is,” which I share here: There’s a thread you follow. It goes among things that change. But it doesn’t change.
Mark Nepo • Drinking from the River of Light: The Life of Expression
“If he were in town instead of away” lives next door to honesty. It’s a laundry scoop on the kitchen counter.
Christina Joyce Hauser • The Crane Wife: A Memoir in Essays
The morning before he died in the final year of his seventies, he drafted a poem containing these lines:
You can’t tell when strange things with meaning... See more
will happen. I’m [still] here writing it down
just the way it was. “You don’t have to
prove anything,” my mother said. “Just be ready
for what God sends.” I listened and put my hand
out in the sun again.
Maria Popova • Yes: William Stafford’s Poetic Calibration of Perspective
It was the Jungle Crow, perched on its usual spot on the branch of the cedar.
Ruth Ozeki • A Tale for the Time Being: A Novel (ALA Notable Books for Adults)
on my block it was never cared for, but we knew how to navigate the aftermath of neglect.
Hanif Abdurraqib • There's Always This Year: On Basketball and Ascension
This moment is evanescent, mere breath, for the gray hair and its attendant infirmities will soon come.
Robert Alter • The Hebrew Bible
"Against the wind he now steers for the open jaw,"