Tag Archives: William Stafford

Laura Kasischke – Her Poetic Thrills and Chills!

MASKS At the grocery store today— these meteors and angels, wise men and all the beautiful hallucinations of December, wearing the masks of the Ordinary, the Annoyed, the Tired. The Disturbed. The Sane. Only the recovering addict with his bucket and bell has dared to come here without one. He is Salvation. His eyes have […]

Flying Poetic Kites for Father’s Day – Poems by Heaney and Stafford

Father and Son No sound—a spell—on out where the wind went, our kite sent back its thrill along the string that sagged and sang and said, “I’m here! I’m here”—till broke somewhere, gone years ago, but sailed forever clear of earth. I hold—whatever tugs the other end—I hold that string. William Stafford from Stories That […]

An Alphabet of Poets- S is for Stafford

Why I Am Happy  Now has come, an easy time. I let it roll. There is a lake somewhere so blue and far nobody owns it. A wind comes by and a willow listens gracefully. I hear all this, every summer. I laugh and cry for every turn of the world, its terribly cold, innocent […]