Watering the Horses.
How strange to think of giving up
all ambition!
Suddenly I see with such clear eyes
the white flake of snow
that has just fallen
on the horse's mane!
Robert Bly
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::INSIGHT::
What we see, we have already "read" as our visual cortex filters our perceptions down through the doors of our experiences. What we read is immediately transposed perceptually to some kind of image that is compatible with our imagination. Here you will find much to read, and lots to see.
Glenn Buttkus
Glenn Buttkus
dVerse Poets
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- Any Morning
- To Shuman Heink
- You Reading This, Be Ready
- Note
- Earth Dweller
- Becket
- Ol' Sploggy Rides Again
- Angel Island Poems
- Through the Dark
- Coronado Heights
- Prairie Town
- Notes For the Program
- Learning
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- Vacation
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- Freedom
- Our Kind
- A Story That Could Be True
- The Western Films of Henry Fonda
- For William Stafford
- Summer Night
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- Good Room
- Listening Deep
- Kansas Poems
- In the Deep Channel
- At the Un-National Monument Along the Canadian Border
- An Oregon Message
- At the Bomb Testing Site
- Report to Crazy Horse
- Passing Remark
- Monuments For a Friendly Girl at a Tenth Grade Party
- Accountability
- The Well Rising
- Bess
- Walking West
- Bi-Focal
- After Arguing Against the Contention That Art Must...
- Visions
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- A Message From the Wanderer
- William Stafford Said
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- A Farewell, Age 10
- William Stafford
- This Life
- Returned To Say
- Remembering Mountain Men
- Notice What This Poem is Not Doing
- Graydigger's Home
- Atavism
- Allegiances
- Across Kansas
- Security
- The Light By the Barn
- The Little Ways That Encourage Good Fortune
- Objector
- When I Met My Muse
- For My Young Friends Who Are Afraid
- My Name Is William Tell
- Waking at 3 a.m.
- Lit Instructor
- Thinking For Berky
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- A Ritual to Read to Each Other
- Ask Me
- Are You Mr. William Stafford?
- Just Thinking
- Level Light
- An Introduction to Some Poems
- Robert Bly: Acceptance of the National Book Award ...
- The Sermon as Poetry
- Western Pulp Covers
- Praising Manners
- Waking On the Farm
- Listening
- Broken Fishing Lines
- Robert Bly: More Dialogues
- Waking in the Middle of the Night
- The Hawk
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- The Buff-Chested Grouse
- In Rainy September
- At Midocean
- For My Son Noah Ten Years Old
- Driving My Parent's Home at Christmas
- Passing An Orchard By Train
- Insect Heads
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