Thursday, August 09, 2007

Thursday Poem: Assurance

You will never be alone, you hear so deep
a sound when autumn comes. Yellow
pulls across the hills and thrums,
or the silence after lightning before it says
its names—and then the cloud's wide-mouthed
apologies. You were aimed from birth:
you will never be alone. Rain
will come, a gutter filled, an Amazon,
long aisles—you never heard so deep a sound,
moss on rock, and years. You turn your head—
that's what the silence meant: you're not alone.
The whole wide world pours down.

William Stafford, Assurance
(from The Way It is: New and Selected Poems)


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Lovely yellow flowers and words for reflection

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