Assurance: a Poem by William Stafford

Assurance by William Stafford

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 clouds’ 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.

– from The Way It Is, Graywolf Press, 1999


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2 thoughts on “Assurance: a Poem by William Stafford

    1. I suppose you might say William Stafford is my favorite poet, the one who brought me to poetry. You’re welcome for my comment on your blog. My prayers will be with you and your family. I’m glad you enjoyed the poem.

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