When you wake to the dream of now from night and its other dream you carry day out of the dark like a flame. When spring comes north and flowers unfold from earth and its even sleep, you lift summer on with your breath lest it be lost ever so deep. Your life you live by the light you find and follow it on as well as you can, carrying through the darkness wherever you go your one little fire that will start again.
Poem recommended by:
Ed Werstein
WFOP East Region VP
Why I chose this poem:
I memorized this poem the day I first read it, many years ago. Stafford was one of the first poets I came to love that I didn't learn about in school.
Ed Werstein, WFOP representative on the Poet Laureate Commission, received the Lorine Niedecker Prize in 2018 from the Council for Wisconsin Writers.
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