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  1. William Stafford (1914-1993) was one of the most prolific and important American poets. of the last half of the twentieth century. Among his many credentials, Stafford served as consultant in poetry at the Library of Congress, and received the National Book Award for his poetry collection Traveling through the Dark (1963).

  2. The Friends of William Stafford is a 501 (c) 3, non-profit organization dedicated to raising awareness of poetry and literature in the spirit of William Stafford's life, legacy and work.

  3. By William E. Stafford. Traveling through the dark I found a deer. dead on the edge of the Wilson River road. It is usually best to roll them into the canyon: that road is narrow; to swerve might make more dead. By glow of the tail-light I stumbled back of the car. and stood by the heap, a doe, a recent killing;

  4. Our organization was formed in 1995, following the death of William Stafford in 1993, by a small group of his friends. Our primary mission was to honor his life and literary legacy. We were focused on ensuring that his work be recognized as essential to the content and history of American Literature. Over the years we have consistantly produced ...

  5. Summary. ‘ November’ by William Stafford is a powerful poem that uses snow as a symbol to discuss the bombing of Hiroshima during World War II. This poem begins with the poet describing the transformative power of snowfall and its symbolic significance. It falls over the land and evokes a feeling of safety and clarity.

  6. 28 de ago. de 2023 · August 28, 2023. Early on the morning of August 28, 1993, the poet William Stafford scratched out the draft of a poem, as he did most mornings, while lying on the couch beneath the living room window at his home in Lake Oswego, Oregon. Later in the day, he sat at the cluttered desk in his writing room, a converted garage, where he typed out a ...

  7. Found in a Storm. From the Gradual Grass. Glances. The Gun of Billy the Kid. Hail Mary. Holding the Sky. I Was in the City All Day. Ice-Fishing. In Dear Detail, by Ideal Light.