Even in Quiet Places: Poems

William Stafford: Being a Person

Be a person here. Stand by the river, invokethe owls. Invoke winter, then spring.Let any season that wants to come here make its owncall. After that sound goes away, wait. A slow bubble rises through the earthand begins to include sky, stars, all space,even the outracing, expanding thought.Come back and hear the little sound again. … Continue reading →