Adrift

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Let my dreams while I'm wide-awake
loose. Let me be drowned, baptized,
in the light given me. Day comes around,
night, fall, win ter, spring,
sum mer. Leaves over head, under foot.
Waves arrive, buf fets from friends
offended, ene mies. Let it all come:
this is my way, this is the canoe I'm in.
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~ William Stafford
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where the battle did not happen

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This is the field where the battle did not happen,
where the unknown soldier did not die.
This is the field where grass joined hands,
where no monument stands,
and the only heroic thing is the sky.

Birds fly here without any sound,
unfolding their wings across the open.
No people killed—or were killed—on this ground
hallowed by neglect and an air so tame
that people celebrate it by forgetting its name.

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~  William Stafford

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