Is’ was? • What’s up?
—William Stafford, Poetry, March 1968
Stafford was born on this day in 1914. Poets House and Literary Arts are celebrating the centennial of his birth with some events:
- Poets House in New York: A free workshop for teenagers on Saturday, January 25 with poets Kim Stafford and Naomi Shihab Nye.
- Literary Arts in Portand, OR: William Stafford Centennial Celebration on Friday, February 7 with poets Li-Young Lee, Ted Kooser, Kim Stafford, Mary Szybist, Paulann Petersen and Matthew Dickman.
We have dozens and dozens more Stafford poems in our archive. Which is your favorite?
F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Beautiful and Damned (via larmoyante)
I want … to bathe
myself in the humid night,
to cross the irradiant lawn
those creamy-faced babies
perched in evergreen leaves …
to let the air penetrate at last,
the miasma that sends women to attics,
sets them scratching walls like mice,
rocking, humming with no release."
Sandra Alcosser, from “Pole Boat at Honey Island,” in except by nature (Graywolf Press, 1998)