Sunday Poem

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For My Young Friends Who Are Afraid

There is a country to cross you will
find in the corner of your eye, in
the quick slip of your foot–air far
down, a snap that might have caught.
And maybe for you, for me, a high, passing
voice that finds its way by being
afraid. That country is there, for us,
carried as it is crossed. What you fear
will not go away: it will take you into
yourself and bless you and keep you.
That’s the world, and we all live there.

William Stafford

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4 responses to “Sunday Poem”

  1. Fine lines from one of my favorite poets. Thanks for posting and reminding me…

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    1. I just discovered him and really love his poetry.

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      1. He has such a strong, mature voice. I don’t think I every really got his poetry until I hit forty.

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      2. Yes, yes, very much so.

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