Saturday, February 3, 2024

you and i

  






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Some time when the river is ice
ask me mistakes I have made.
Ask me whether what I have done is my life.
Others have come
in their slow way
into my thought,
and some have tried to help or to hurt:
ask me what difference
their strongest love or hate has made.
I will listen to what you say.
You and I can turn and look 
at the silent river and wait.
We know the current is there, hidden;
and there are comings and goings from miles 
away
that hold the stillness exactly before us.
What the river says, that is what I say.


—William Stafford
ask me 


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