the pen blunt and slow-moving
the beat of the dance
the face of the girl
all there is
rock and hum and later silence
More William Stafford:
maybe the process of writing that I'd be interested in would be acquiring the knack of allowing the rejected cornerstones to become the cornerstones . . .
allowing those things that do not seem to have immediate negotiable relevance to have their right place in the real valid economy of your life. They're there waiting, but they don't have big voices, so you don't call on them . . .
the poem . . . is part of myself that I am keeping