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For William Stafford Someone we love, old friend, has telephoned to let me know you're gone--and so you are. I touch the steady books, m...

Summer Night for William Stafford by Steven Hind On the road tonight with that shovel of stars overhead, Milky Blur I christen it, Bill, I t...

Lake Wendoka Under the sidewalk lay an Indian village-- we knew our state held a buried scream: one world that moved and then another world....

Good Room In this best room, only a kitchen, touch cloth--in towels--touch metal stove, wood cupboards. Look down the breadboard: scars time...

Painting by C.J. Swift Listening Deep It came to me that a river is flowing somewhere inside the ocean, a crystal muscle of water flexing un...

Drawing by Ted Watts Kansas Poems of William Stafford In spite of the fact that William Stafford became an Oregon poet long before he died i...

In the Deep Channel Setting a trotline after sundown if we went far enough away in the night sometimes up out of deep water would come a sec...