Ask Me: 100 Essential Poems of William Stafford
Kim Stafford, William Stafford
"In our time there was no poet who revived human hearts and spirits extra convincingly than William Stafford." —Naomi Shihab Nye
Some time while the river is ice ask me
mistakes i've got made. inquire from me whether
what i've got performed is my life.
—from "Ask Me"
In party of the poet's centennial, Ask Me collects 100 of William Stafford's crucial poems. As a conscientious objector in the course of global struggle II, whereas assigned to Civilian Public provider camps Stafford begun his day-by-day writing perform, a lifelong early-morning ritual of witness. His poetry finds the results of violence, the day-by-day necessity of ethical judgements, and the bounty of artwork. chosen and with a be aware by way of Kim Stafford, Ask Me provides the simplest from a profound and unique American voice.
offers, “If you retain religion i'll exist on the facet, the place your imaginative and prescient joins the daylight and the rain: heads within the mild, toes that cross down within the dust the place the reality is.” The Fish Counter at Bonneville Downstream they've got killed the river and equipped a dam; by way of that strength they cord to right here a mild: a turbine strides excessive poles to spit its flame at this flume happening. a place glows white the place an previous guy appears on on the ghosts of the sport within the flickering twilight—deep dumb shapes.
the place the Black-footed Ferret, paws folded, stood within the middle surveying the multitude and spoke for us all: “Dearly beloved,” it stated. issues I realized final Week Ants, after they meet one another, frequently cross at the correct. occasionally you could open a sticky door together with your elbow. a guy in Boston has committed himself to telling approximately injustice. for 3 thousand cash he'll come for your city and inform you approximately it. Schopenhauer used to be a pessimist yet he performed the flute. Yeats, Pound,.
at the back of me, autos have stalled of their tracks, and everyone is fleeing like me yet another path. My stride is for all times, a miles position. different days it's looking: perhaps a few online game will move my direction and my stride will keep on with for hours, matching all turns. My respiring has stuck the best beat for persistence; usual trancelike scenes float through. and infrequently it’s a dream of movement, streetlights approaching, passing, shadows that lean sooner than me, lengthened then fading, and a legitimate from.
one other global as an alternative: The Early Poems of William Stafford 1937–1947. e-book layout by means of Rachel Holscher. Composition through BookMobile layout & electronic writer companies, Minneapolis, Minnesota. synthetic through Versa Press on acid-free, 30 percentage postconsumer wastepaper.
introduced me into the poor global, used to be in charge. Her glance apologized: she knew what a person stated was once actual approximately us yet as a result unfair. How may they blame us for doing the issues we have been set to do? by no means heroic, by no means a version for us, or for a person, she cowered and seemed from the nook of her eye— “Et tu?” And it usually intended we have been along with her, sadly. not anyone else might locate the heart of the realm. She came across the reality like a sufferer; it hit her time and again, and he or she consistently cried.