Tag Archives: William Stafford

Journal Page from Thursday

How you stand here is important. How you listen for the next things to happen. How you breathe.   (William Stafford) “How you fall is also important,” says my friend Nyuol, who is twenty-six but very wise. “If you fall, … Continue reading

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In Search of Better Thoughts

When I told my friend Dorothy I was trying to overcome my muteness, she wrote to me about white lilacs. In their brief season, she said, they are “white like brides, with less than a month of blooming, not questioning … Continue reading

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Waking At 3 a.m., A Poem by William Stafford

Even in the cave of the night when you wake and are free and lonely, neglected by others, discarded, loved only by what doesn’t matter–even in that big room no one can see, you push with your eyes till forever … Continue reading

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Saturday’s Poem: A Ritual to Read to Each Other

A RITUAL to READ to EACH OTHER by William Stafford If you don’t know the kind of person I am and I don’t know the kind of person you are a pattern that others made may prevail in the world … Continue reading

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Write or Wrong, Here I Am

The problem with blogging – or writing in general – is that the less you do of it the harder it is to get back into it. That isn’t for lack of material. It’s because so much has cumulatively happened … Continue reading

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Lightening Up

I am writing this at 2 a.m. in a room that is filled with moonlight. I couldn’t sleep, so I crept out of bed and found my way to the sofa, laptop in hand. Through the front windows I can … Continue reading

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You Will Disappear Some Day Like That

It is time to get back to my blogging, although it is possible that no one but me is aware of how erratic my posts have become, or indeed, how absent. I started neglecting the blog because I was unusually … Continue reading

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I Think We Should Keep Some of This

There is a man I never met who often brings me comfort in these anxious times. He is someone who awoke at 3 a.m. every morning for fifty years to write in his journal, creating 22,000 poems in the course … Continue reading

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