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Notice What This Poem Is Not Doing

Written by: William Stafford | Biography
 The light along the hills in the morning
comes down slowly, naming the trees
white, then coasting the ground for stones to nominate.
Notice what this poem is not doing.
A house, a house, a barn, the old quarry, where the river shrugs-- how much of this place is yours? Notice what this poem is not doing.
Every person gone has taken a stone to hold, and catch the sun.
The carving says, "Not here, but called away.
" Notice what this poem is not doing.
The sun, the earth, the sky, all wait.
The crowns and redbirds talk.
The light along the hills has come, has found you.
Notice what this poem has not done.



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