Poetry Month: The Epitaph Ending in And (Stafford)

The Epitaph Ending in And

In the last storm, when hawks
blast upward and a dove is
driven into the grass, its broken wings
a delicate design, the air between
wracked thin where it stretched before,
a clear spring bent close too often
(that Earth should ever have such wings
burnt on in blind color!), this will
good as an epitaph:

Doves did not know where fly, and

– William Stafford, from The Rescued Year


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