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William Stafford • Ask Me: 100 Essential Poems of William Stafford
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
"Lost" [by David Wagoner]
Stand still. The trees ahead and bushes beside you
Are not lost. Wherever you are is called Here,
And you must treat it as a powerful stranger,
Must ask permission to know it and be known.
The forest breathes. Listen. It answers,
I have made this place around you.
If you leave it, you may come back again, saying Here.
No two trees
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Stand still. The trees ahead and bushes beside you
Are not lost. Wherever you are is called Here,
And you must treat it as a powerful stranger,
Must ask permission to know it and be known.
The forest breathes. Listen. It answers,
I have made this place around you.
If you leave it, you may come back again, saying Here.
No two trees are the same to Raven.
No... See more
Are not lost. Wherever you are is called Here,
And you must treat it as a powerful stranger,
Must ask permission to know it and be known.
The forest breathes. Listen. It answers,
I have made this place around you.
If you leave it, you may come back again, saying Here.
No two trees are the same to Raven.
No... See more
jason • Tweet
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
traveler there is no path
https://www.aspeninstitute.org/wp-content/uploads/2020/04/Machado_Traveler-There-Is-No-Path.pdf
Traveler, There Is No Path
by Antonio Machado
Everything passes on and everything remains,
But our lot is to pass on,
To go on making paths,
Paths across the sea.
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I never sought glory,
Nor to leave my song
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