Thursday, May 12, 2011

Thursday Poem - Looking for Gold

A flavor like wild honey begins
when you cross the river. On a sandbar
sunlight stretches out its limbs, or is it
a sycamore, so brazen, so clean and so bold?
You forget about gold. You stare—and a flavor
is rising all the time from the trees.
Back from the river, over by a thick
forest, you feel the tide of wild honey
flooding your plans, flooding the hours
till they waver forward looking back. They can’t
return; that river divides more than
two sides of your life. The only way
is farther, breathing that country, becoming
wise in its flavor, a native of the sun

William Stafford, Looking for Gold
from The Way it Is: New and Selected Poems


Angie said...


Guy said...


I always enjoy William Stafford thank you for sharing his poem.

the wild magnolia said...

"A flavor like wild honey...", wow, I love that word painting of the golden sun and freedoms of nature.

Thank for this and a new poet for me.