“You don't need many words if you
already know what you're talking about.” – William Stafford
Born on Jan. 17, 1914, Stafford
taught poetry and writing at Lewis & Clark College for more than 30 years
before his first major poetry collection, Traveling Through the Dark,
was published. Winner of the 1963
National Book Award (for that book), Stafford went on to publish more than 60
volumes of poetry and prose, win numerous honors and awards, and serve as Poet
Laureate to the Library of Congress before his death in 1993. For Saturday’s Poem, here is Stafford’s,
Just
Thinking
Got up on a cool morning. Leaned out
a window.
No cloud, no wind. Air that flowers held
for awhile. Some dove somewhere.
Been on probation most of my life. And
the rest of my life been condemned. So these moments
count for a lot--peace, you know.
Let the bucket of memory down into the well,
bring it up. Cool, cool minutes. No one
stirring, no plans. Just being there.
This is what the whole thing is about.
No cloud, no wind. Air that flowers held
for awhile. Some dove somewhere.
Been on probation most of my life. And
the rest of my life been condemned. So these moments
count for a lot--peace, you know.
Let the bucket of memory down into the well,
bring it up. Cool, cool minutes. No one
stirring, no plans. Just being there.
This is what the whole thing is about.
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