William Stafford Away 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.
    The light along the hills in the morning
    comes down slowly, naming the trees
    white, then coasting the ground for stones to nominate.

    ...
  • 3.
    Time tells them. They go along touching
    the grass, the feathery ends. When it feels
    just so, they start the mowing machine,
    leaving the land its long windrows,
    ...
  • 4.
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    Sometimes in the open you look up
    where birds go by, or just nothing,
    and wait. A dim feeling comes
    ...
  • 5.
    Some time when the river is ice ask me
    mistakes I have made. Ask me whether
    what I have done is my life. Others
    have come in their slow way into
    ...
  • 6.
    Cold nights outside the taverns in Wyoming
    pickups and big semis lounge idling, letting their
    haunches twitch now and then in gusts of powder snow,
    their owners inside for hours, forgetting as well
    ...
  • 7.
    There is a country to cross you will
    find in the corner of your eye, in
    the quick slip of your foot--air far
    down, a snap that might have caught.
    ...
  • 8.
    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,
    ...
  • 9.
    In the late night listening from bed
    I have joined the ambulance or the patrol
    screaming toward some drama, the kind of end
    that Berky must have some day, if she isn't dead.
    ...
Total 9 Away Poems by William Stafford

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