William Stafford was born in 1914 and did not publish his first book of poetry until the age of 48. But once the first came out, he just kept writing–during his lifetime he published over 50 volumes of poetry and was Poet Laureate from 1970-1971. It was hard for me to simply choose one poem by him because I love his quietly powerful style so much. Here is one of my favorites:
“A Ritual to Read to Each Other”–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 errors of childhood
storming out to play through the broken dike.
And as elephants parade holding each elephant’s 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 be awake,
or 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.
3 thoughts on “it is important that awake people be awake”
I feel like I’ve read this a million times (a good thing). Was it in the bathroom last year?
Oh, I really like this poem. I wonder about the lines :
“sending with shouts the horrible errors of childhood
storming out to play through the broken dike.”
what exactly are the errors of childhood? did the child do them? were they done to the child? Or perhaps it is both since a pattern requires leaders and followers I guess. Hmmm.