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William Stafford was born in Hutchinson, Kansas, in 1914. He received a B.A. and an M.A. from the University of Kansas at Lawrence and, in 1954, a Ph.D. from the University of Iowa. During the Second World War, Stafford was a conscientious objector and worked in the civilian public service camps-an experience he recorded in the prose memoir ...
21 de jan. de 2024 · Through the haze of what Virginia Woolf called the “wastes and deserts of the soul” exposed by being ill, I remembered a lovely calibration of perspective by the poet and peace activist William Stafford (January 17, 1914–August 28, 1993), found in the posthumous collection The Way It Is: New and Selected Poems ( public library ). YES.
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 ...
William Stafford (poeta) William Edgar Stafford (17 de enero de 1914 - 28 de agosto de 1993) fue un poeta y pacifista estadounidense. Fue el padre del poeta y ensayista Kim Stafford. Fue nombrado vigésimo consultor en poesía de la Biblioteca del Congreso en 1970.
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.
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.
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;
