A Valley Like This by William Stafford
1. The table is set. We are waiting for midnight. 2. Christmas eve, and loved ones are close by. I feel safe. 3. There are a few people I miss. 4. You, most of all. This time last year—well I was alone, too, come
A Living by William Stafford
1. Putting my life together, because, well — what else could I do? What else can anyone do? 2. Last week the city was submerged in water. Rain, it was all rain, brought by a monsoon with no name. 3. I am thinking
After Arguing against the Contention That Art Must Come from Discontent by William Stafford
Happy birthday, S. Waiting until I can see you again. Love, T. After Arguing against the Contention That Art Must Come from Discontent William Stafford Whispering to each handhold, “I'll be back,” I go up the cliff in the dark. One place
The Way It Is by William Stafford
A quiet lunch alone, watching the news. The Way It Is William Stafford There's a thread you follow. It goes among things that change. But it doesn't change. People wonder about what you are pursuing. You have to explain about the thread. But it is hard for