Sunday, July 25, 2010

William Stafford


Percy lately recommended to me the poet William Stafford, with whom I've been immediately intrigued--he has a Midwest love of place and the rural life, combined with his conscientiously objecting fear of everyone mindlessly following the masses. Here's one poem:

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Day after day up there beating my wings
with all the softness truth requires
I feel them shrug whenever I pause:
they class my voice among tentative things,

And they credit fact, force, battering.
I dance my way toward the family of knowing,
embracing stray error as a long-lost boy
and bringing him home with my fluttering.

Every quick feather asserts a just claim;
it bites like a saw into white pine.
I communicate right; but explain to the dean--
well, Right has a long and intricate name.

And the saying of it is a lonely thing.

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