Today outside your prison I stand …
William E. Stafford
If you don't know the kind of person I am …
Cold nights outside the taverns in Wyoming …
Whispering to each handhold, “I'll be back,” …
When we first moved here, pulled …
At noon in the desert a panting lizard …
This is the field where the battle did not happen, …
Ours are the streets where Bess first met her …
Sometimes up out of this land …
Aristotle was a little man with …
Setting a trotline after sundown …
The only relics left are those long …
Mine was a Midwest home—you can keep your world. …
We wondered what our walk should mean, …
All the Sioux were defeated. Our clan …
A telephone line goes cold; …
The well rising without sound, …
Traveling through the dark I found a deer …
1Once in Mexico an old man was …
Anyone with quiet pace who …