Assurance: a Poem by William Stafford

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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 lightening 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 Replies to “Assurance: a Poem by William Stafford”

  1. Sherrey,

    What a lovely poem. Thank you for your kind words on my blog re my dad.

    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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