The poem, I’ve always felt, is an opportunity for me to create an integrated whole from so many broken shards
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Thursday, February 19, 2015
Survival Course
By William Stafford
This is the grip, like this:
both hands. You can close
your eyes if you like. When I say,
"Now," it's time. Don't wait
or it's all over. But not
too soon, either just right.
Don't worry. Let's go.
Both hands.
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