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Tuesday, April 27, 2010

Today's poem..... romance from William Stafford




When I Met My Muse


~William Stafford


I glanced at her and took my glasses

off—they were still singing. They buzzed

like a locust on the coffee table and then

ceased. Her voice belled forth, and the

sunlight bent. I felt the ceiling arch, and

knew that nails up there took a new grip

on whatever they touched. "I am your own

way of looking at things," she said. "When

you allow me to live with you, every

glance at the world around you will be

a sort of salvation." And I took her hand.

4 comments:

Kelly said...

Ah.... to be someone's muse!

....Petty Witter said...

A great poem, I really liked this one, it spoke to me which is something that not many poems do.

Marion said...

I love, love, love this poem! It's one of my favorites by him. (I love so many poems....LOL!) Thanks for sharing this one. Love & Blessings!

Pam said...

Love William Stafford and I love this particular poem!

Yep, Oh to be a muse!!!