An Abundance of Stafford
Hey world, Ok, so in my opinion, you can't have too much of William Stafford - or poetry for that matter! So I have decided to discuss more of Stafford's work... Here is one of my many favourites by Stafford: ' Poetry '. Poetry Its door opens near. It's a shrine by the road, it's a flower in the parking lot of The Pentagon, it says, "Look around, listen. Feel the air." It interrupts international telephone lines with a tune. When traffic lines jam, it gets out and dances on the bridge. If great people get distracted by fame they forget this essential kind of breathing and they die inside their gold shell. When caravans cross deserts it is the secret treasure hidden under the jewels. Sometimes commanders take take us over, and they try to impose their whole universe, how to succeed by daily calculation: I can't eat that bread. This poem for me really articulates the power of poetry, and just how important it is- ' This essential kind of breath...