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happen any time, tornado,
Armageddon. It could happen.
sunshine, love, salvation.
you know. That's why we wake
out - no guarantees
bonuses, like morning,
now, like noon,
Posted by patti digh at 12:36:56 PM
National Poetry Month, William Stafford, Yes
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Thanks for sharing the words of William Stafford. I became acquainted with his work while living in Oregon.
I really like this one:
Through the Junipers
by William Stafford
In the afternoon I wander away through
the junipers. They scatter on low hills
that open and close around me.
If I go far enough, all sight or sound
of people ends. I sit and look endless miles
over waves of those hills.
And then between sentences later when anyone
asks me questions troubling to truth,
my answers wander away and look back.
There are these days, and there are these hills
nobody thinks about, even in summer.
And part of the life doesn’t have any home.
22 April 2008 at 14:12
The picture and poem are beautiful. Rosy clouds remind me of my grandfather since he was the first person I ever asked (when I was 5 or younger) "Why are the clouds PINK!?"
23 April 2008 at 12:45
23 April 2008 at 14:37
I love this. I just linked to it, as it fit my post today perfectly.
Jena Strong |
23 April 2008 at 21:25
Like the poem but for that "or"
Tornados, earthquakes, Armageddon (metaphorically speaking) and sunshine, love, salvation (literally speaking) are not mutually exclusive. We need to remember that even at the worst of times in our lives.
I am caring for my mother who has an aggressive form of ALS and is in the final months of her life. We have, during these last eight months, experienced both grief and joy beyond measure. There is no "either/or" in the way she lives and there is no "either/or" in the way she dies.
24 April 2008 at 09:26
Beautiful - thank you for sharing this and your views on life.
24 April 2008 at 16:46
Nice poem. Williams Stafford is an awesome lyricist.
Allen Taylor |
25 April 2008 at 09:02
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