Kim Stafford
Kim Stafford directs the Northwest Writing Institute. His most recent book is A Thousand Friends of Rain: New and Selected Poems (Carnegie-Mellon University Press). He lives in Portland, Oregon.
Our Son At One Year Old
At the close of this day we / have the bright idea of taking / him in the rowboat out on the / lake to view the moon rising
April 2007Walking In An Old Forest With Our Young Son On My Back, I See The Fates Of My Friends In Every Tree
Little one, do you see how this thin tree grows in the shade / of its father? Don’t do that. Do you see how this trunk / turns around, always looking over its shoulder at the others? / That’s hard.
July 2006My Father’s Place
A few days after my father, poet William Stafford, died, I was sleeping alone at my parents’ house when something woke me at around 4 A.M. My mother, who was away, had told me that she, too, had been wakened since his death at this, my father’s customary writing time.
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