William Stafford People 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.
    When we first moved here, pulled
    the trees in around us, curled
    our backs to the wind, no one
    had ever hit the moonâ??no one.
    ...
  • 3.
    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
    ...
  • 4.
    At noon in the desert a panting lizard
    waited for history, its elbows tense,
    watching the curve of a particular road
    as if something might happen.
    ...
  • 5.
    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
    ...
  • 6.
    Paw marks near one burrow show Graydigger
    at home, I bend low, from down there swivel
    my head, grasstop level--the world
    goes on forever, the mountains a bigger
    ...
  • 7.
    In scenery I like flat country.
    In life I donâ??t like much to happen.

    In personalities I like mild colorless people.
    ...
  • 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.
    ...
Total 8 People Poems by William Stafford

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