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Poem "A Ritual to Read to Each Other" by William Stafford

Updated: Feb 3


A Ritual to Read to Each Other


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. William Stafford, "A Ritual to Read to Each Other" from The Way It Is: New and Selected Poems. Copyright © 1998 by William Stafford.  Reprinted by permission of Graywolf Press.Source: Indivisible: Poems for Social Justice (Norwood House Press, 2013)Related


Read it at poetryfoundation.org

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/58264/a-ritual-to-read-to-each-other


Photo courtesy of Ron Blaj. Timothy Lake, Oregon, 2019

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