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,
past the town where I was born.
Once you cross a land like that
you own your face more: what the light
struck told a self; every rock
denied all the rest of the world.
We stopped at Sharon Springs and ate--
My state still dark, my dream too long to tell.
Across Kansas
William Stafford
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Poem topics: dark, dream, family, light, world, deep, real, long, town, face, level, sound, dawn, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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