Treasure Island

William Stafford

(January 17, 1914 – August 28, 1993 / Kansas)

American Gothic


If we see better through tiny,
grim glasses, we like to wear
tiny, grim glasses.
Our parents willed us this
view. It's tundra? We love it.

We travel our kind of
Renaissance: barnfuls of hay,
whole voyages of corn, and
a book that flickers its
halo in the parlor.

Poverty plus confidence equals
pioneers. We never doubted.

Submitted: Thursday, April 15, 2010

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