9/27/2020 0 Comments
Darknesss is Deep William Stafford
If you don’t know the kind of person I am
And I don’t know the kind of person you are
A pattern that others made may prevail in the world
And following the wrong God home we may miss our star.
For there is many a small betrayal
In the mind
A shrug that lets the fragile sequence break
Sending with shouts the horrible effects of childhood
Storming out to play through the broken dike.
And as elephants parade holding each elephants tail
But if one wanders
The circus won’t find the park.
I call it cruel
And maybe the root of all cruelty
To know what occurs
But not recognize the fact.
And so I appeal to a voice
To something shadowy
A remote, important region in all who talk.
Though we could fool each other
We should consider
Lest the parade of our mutual life
Get lost in the dark
For it is important that awake people
For a breaking line may discourage them
Back to sleep.
The signals we give
Yes or no or maybe
Should be clear
The darkness around us is deep.
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