(for William Stafford)
Your poems run the gamut;
you have blessed us with music
of realization and understanding.
Many of those poems were born
on your couch, lying on your back,
looking up at your journal.
Really? Their birth is as
astonishing as their venerable lives.
I know his poetry, but nothing of the poet. “Walking West” was one I copied years ago and kept in a little book of favorites. I would have guessed you knew him well! Time for me to review, I think. 🙂
I never met Mr. Stafford, but love his poetry and his writings on teaching; a truly great American poet. His son Kim (Poet Laureate of Oregon) is a friend and mentor of mine. He’s the one who convinced me that I just might be a poet. I introduced him to my daughter, tongue-in-cheek, as “the man who ruined my life.”