William Stafford Deep Poems

  • 1.
    Anyone with quiet pace who
    walks a gray road in the West
    may hear a badger underground where
    in deep flint another time is
    ...
  • 2.
    Sometimes up out of this land
    a legend begins to move.
    Is it a coming near
    of something under love?
    ...
  • 3.
    You will never be alone, you hear so deep
    a sound when autumn comes. Yellow
    pulls across the hills and thrums,
    or the silence after lightening before it says
    ...
  • 4.
    All the Sioux were defeated. Our clan
    got poor, but a few got richer.
    They fought two wars. I did not
    take part. No one remembers your vision
    ...
  • 5.
    I put my foot in cold water
    and hold it there: early mornings
    they had to wade through broken ice
    to find the traps in the deep channel
    ...
  • 6.
    My family slept those level miles
    but like a bell rung deep till dawn
    I drove down an aisle of sound,
    nothing real but in the bell,
    ...
  • 7.
    The well rising without sound,
    the spring on a hillside,
    the plowshare brimming through deep ground
    everywhere in the fieldâ??
    ...
  • 8.
    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
    and following the wrong god home we may miss our star.
    ...
  • 9.
    Setting a trotline after sundown
    if we went far enough away in the night
    sometimes up out of deep water
    would come a secret-headed channel cat,
    ...
Total 9 Deep Poems by William Stafford

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