How These Words Happened

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How These Words Happened

Ask Me
My Name Is William Tell
For My Young Friends Who Are Afraid
How These Words Happened

In winter, in the dark hours, when others
were asleep, I found these words and put them
together by their appetites and respect for
each other. In stillness, they jostled. The traded
meanings while pretending to have only one.

Monstrous alliances never dreamed of before
began. Sometimes they lost. Never again
do they separate in this world. They are
together. They have a fidelity that no
purpose of pretense can even break.

And all of this happens like magic to the words
in those dark hours when others sleep.

AuthorWilliam Stafford
2022-11-06T12:12:37+00:00 October 30th, 2022|Categories: Poetry, Literature, Blesok no. 147|Comments Off on How These Words Happened