William Stafford

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

William Stafford Poems

1. Assurance 11/21/2014
2. The Well Rising 4/15/2010
3. Walking West 4/15/2010
4. Report To Crazy Horse 4/15/2010
5. Passing Remark 4/15/2010
6. In The Deep Channel 4/15/2010
7. Monuments For A Friendly Girl At A Tenth Grade Party 4/15/2010
8. American Gothic 4/15/2010
9. Returned To Say 1/13/2003
10. Hay-Cutters 4/15/2010
11. Bi-Focal 4/15/2010
12. An Oregon Message 4/15/2010
13. Humanities Lecture 4/15/2010
14. Remembering Mountain Men 1/13/2003
15. After Arguing Against The Contention That Art Must Come From Discontent 4/15/2010
16. One Home 4/15/2010
17. With Kit, Age 7, At The Beach 1/20/2003
18. Bess 4/15/2010
19. At The Un-National Monument Along The Canadian Border 4/15/2010
20. Accountability 4/15/2010
21. Thinking For Berky 1/13/2003
22. At The Bomb Testing Site 4/15/2010
23. The Light By The Barn 1/13/2003
24. This Life 1/13/2003
25. Graydigger's Home 1/13/2003
26. Security 1/13/2003
27. Across Kansas 1/13/2003
28. Atavism 1/13/2003
29. Waking At 3 A.M. 1/13/2003
30. Lit Instructor 1/13/2003
31. Objector 1/13/2003
32. Allegiances 1/13/2003
33. Just Thinking 1/13/2003
34. When I Met My Muse 1/13/2003
35. Notice What This Poem Is Not Doing 1/13/2003
36. For My Young Friends Who Are Afraid 1/13/2003
37. Ask Me 1/13/2003
38. Traveling Through The Dark 1/13/2003
39. A Ritual To Read To Each Other 1/13/2003
Best Poem of William Stafford

A Ritual To Read To Each Other

If you don't know the kind of person I am
and I don't know the kind of person you are
a pattern that others made may prevail in the world
and following the wrong god home we may miss our star.

For there is many a small betrayal in the mind,
a shrug that lets the fragile sequence break
sending with shouts the horrible errors of childhood
storming out to play through the broken dyke.

And as elephants parade holding each elephant's tail,
but if one wanders the circus won't find the park,
I call it cruel and maybe the root of all cruelty
to know what occurs...

Read the full of A Ritual To Read To Each Other

Ask Me

Some time when the river is ice ask me
mistakes I have made. Ask me whether
what I have done is my life. Others
have come in their slow way into
my thought, and some have tried to help
or to hurt: ask me what difference
their strongest love or hate has made.

I will listen to what you say.

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