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William Stafford

Today The ordinary miracles begin. Somewhere a signal arrives: “Now,” and the rays come down. A tomorrow has come. Open your hands, lift them: morning rings all the doorbells; porches are cells for prayer. Religion has touched your throat. Not the same now, you could close your eyes and go on full of light. And… Continue reading William Stafford

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Robert Frost

Whose woods these are I think I know.    His house is in the village though;    He will not see me stopping here    To watch his woods fill up with snow.    My little horse must think it queer    To stop without a farmhouse near    Between the woods and frozen lake … Continue reading Robert Frost

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William Stafford

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 my thought, and some have tried to help or to hurt: ask me what difference their strongest love or hate has made. I will… Continue reading William Stafford

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William Stafford

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 its names- and then the clouds’ wide-mouthed apologies. You were aimed from birth: you will never be alone. Rain will come, a gutter filled, an Amazon,… Continue reading William Stafford

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Robert Frost

They cannot scare me with their empty spaces  Between stars–on stars where no human race is. I have it in me so much nearer home To scare myself with my own desert places. ― Robert Frost, from “Desert Places,” The Collected Poems, Complete and Unabridged. (Holt Paperbacks; 2 Revised edition April 1, 2002)

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William Stafford

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… Continue reading William Stafford

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Robert Frost

They cannot scare me with their empty spaces Between stars – on stars where no human race is. I have it in me so much nearer home To scare myself with my own desert places. —Robert Frost, from “Desert Places,” The Poetry of Robert Frost: Collected Poems, Complete & Unabridged. Edited by Edward Connery Lathem.… Continue reading Robert Frost

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