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  1. 12 de mai. de 2024 · Last summer (in 2023, that is), I wrote a piece for Literary Hub on the 30th anniversary of William Stafford’s death. I think I meant to post it or a link here as well, but, blimey, I guess I didn’t, so I’ll drop the link in down below.

  2. 22 de mai. de 2024 · by William Stafford . Beginners mind, and recognising the preciousness of the moment is one of the key ingredients in mindfulness. I’m assuming William Stafford wasn’t particularly calling what he points at in this poem ‘mindfulness’, but he’s captured this aspect of it beautifully.

  3. 19 de mai. de 2019 · by William Stafford. Just back from teaching on Holy Isle, my earth-love is very much in the foreground. Interesting to notice how it’s the little things that stand out: the nearness of the robins there, quite without fear; the smell of the lilac tree as soon as I come outside; the bright redness of the ladybird on new-green leaves.

  4. 11 de mai. de 2024 · May 11, 2024 · 11:09 am. ↓ Jump to Comments. Song Contest. –I’m here at the Cirrus Arena, where this millennium’s Celestial Choir Competition is being held this evening. Outside – you can probably hear them – protesters have gathered in multitudes.

  5. 5 de mai. de 2024 · Top 10 most used topics by William Stafford World 10 Life 10 Away 9 Deep 9 People 8 Night 8 Place 8 Home 7 River 7 Long 7 William Stafford Quotes. Read All Quotes Comments about William Stafford Grahamallen_1: know their names william kinney, 9 evelyn dieckhaus, 9 hallie scruggs, 9 katherine koonce, 60 cynthia peak, 61 mike hill, 61

  6. Há 5 dias · eyes like a lizard, and he found a streak. down the midst of things, a smooth place for his feet. much more important than the carved handles. ... 8. Thinking For Berky. In the late night listening from bed. I have joined the ambulance or the patrol. screaming toward some drama, the kind of end.

  7. Há 3 dias · you will never be alone. Rain. will come, a gutter filled, an Amazon, long aisles- you never heard so deep a sound, moss on rock, and years. You turn your head -. that's what the silence meant: you're not alone. The whole wide world pours down. William Stafford.