Reminders: A Poem by William Stafford
Before dawn, across the whole road
as I pass I feel spiderwebs.
Within people’s voices, under their words or
woven into the pauses, I hear a hidden sound.
One thin green light flashes over a smooth sea
just as the sun goes down.
What roses lie on the altar of evening
I inhale carefully, to keep more of.
Tasting all these and letting them have
their ways to waken me, I shiver and resolve.
In my life, I will more than live.
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June 2009: The first topic for discussion here is the upcoming New York Open Center/Lapis Magazine Conference on Inner America – the History and Renewal of the American Soul.
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