tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1883838569462983439.post4839260861980144470..comments2024-03-28T05:06:55.172-04:00Comments on Progressive Eruptions: Sunday Night PoetryShaw Kenawehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08637273000409613497noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1883838569462983439.post-11121384020177606942015-08-24T07:18:04.673-04:002015-08-24T07:18:04.673-04:00Thanks, Ducky. Beautiful. I'm very familiar wi...Thanks, Ducky. Beautiful. I'm very familiar with William Stafford's poetry, but I don't know this one.Shaw Kenawehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08637273000409613497noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1883838569462983439.post-72878389674585827442015-08-23T19:32:30.158-04:002015-08-23T19:32:30.158-04:00Scars
by William Stafford
They tell how it was...Scars <br /> by William Stafford<br /><br /><br />They tell how it was, and how time<br />came along, and how it happened<br />again and again. They tell<br />the slant life takes when it turns<br />and slashes your face as a friend.<br /><br />Any wound is real. In church<br />a woman lets the sun find<br />her cheek, and we see the lesson:<br />there are years in that book; there are sorrows<br />a choir can’t reach when they sing.<br /><br />Rows of children lift their faces of promise,<br />places where the scars will be.Ducky's herehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14608115001116619877noreply@blogger.com