Today I will highlight William Stafford. Particularly, An Oregon Message c 1987.
The pieces I have chosen help support my intentions for this "Walk With Father Nature" blog:
To be grateful for the gifts we are given,
to share these gifts with others.
Enjoy these fragments of poetry from William Stafford. Savor the message.
In the introduction Stafford writes:
"Each poem is a gift, a surprise that emerges as itself..."
"Waiting in Line"
There have been evenings when the light
has turned everything silver, and like you
I have stopped at the corner and suddenly
staggered with the grace of it all: to have
inherited all this, ...
Next time what I'd do is look at
the earth before saying anything. I'd stop
just before going into a house
and be an emperor for a minute
and listen better to the wind
or to the air being still.
The lives we have, while we have them,
can measure time , before and after
today, to use or give away.
On earth it is like this, a strange
gift we hold, while we look around.
There are rooms in a life, apart from others, rich
with whatever happens, a glimpse of moon, a breeze.
You who come years from now to this brief spell
of nothing that was mine: the open, slow passing
of time was a gift going by. I have put my hand out
on the mane of the wind, like this, to give it to you.
|(Click on any photo to enlarge)|
- Santa Catalina Mountains - (Santa Catalina Mtns.) Arizona
- Beverly Beach State Park, (Beverly Beach) Oregon
- National Veteran's Cemetery - SantaFe, (Santa Fe)New Mexico
- Whitefish Point - (Whitefish Point) Lake Superior - Michigan
An Oregon Message c 1987 by William Stafford