Poem: Ask Me by William Stafford

[liveonearth]

Some time when the river is ice ask me
mistakes I have made. Ask me whether
what I have done is my life. Others
have come in their slow way into
my thought, and some have tried to help
or to hurt: ask me what difference
their strongest love or hate has made.

I will listen to what you say.
You and I can turn and look
at the silent river and wait. We know
the current is there, hidden; and there
are comings and goings from miles away
that hold the stillness exactly before us.
What the river says, that is what I say.

Comments

[anais-pf.livejournal.com]

Did you write this? I like it.

by William Stafford

[liveonearth.livejournal.com]

I didn't know who wrote it when I posted it but I just looked it up, and I am beginning to recognize the style and flavor of Stafford. I like it too.