Thursday, September 10, 2020

Poetry Friday: Learning to Adjust

by William Stafford, from his book Even in Quiet Places, which apparently is out of print and costs a fortune, but you're welcome to borrow my copy if you come over and I'll even make you a cup of tea which we can drink in a socially distanced fashion. 


Keisha has today's roundup.

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12 comments:

jama said...

Thanks for sharing this one (new to me). Thinking of you as you navigate this strange new school year.

6:53 AM
Stuck said...

It's a William Stafford day! This is the second poem by him on my feed and I'd never heard of him before.

7:41 AM
Linda B said...

I have more than one Stafford book, but not this one, Ruth. I love the poem, so perfect for all of us. I suspect you know that! Thank you!

8:20 AM
Kay said...

I love this poem--and I would love to come visit and share a cup of tea. Maybe one day we can travel again.

8:22 AM
Linda Mitchell said...

I would love a cup of tea and a cozy chat. I'll be right over as soon as I can travel. What a lovely thought.

2:16 PM
Mary Lee said...

I love the attitude of joyful acceptance in this. Something I could learn to be/do more often!

3:15 PM
michelle kogan said...

Yep, adjusting might be just our cup of tea, I like the tea leaves her offers in his poem–helps us to breathe just a bit slower and deeper. And your cup of tea sounds lovely, thanks Ruth!

6:40 PM
Heidi Mordhorst said...

Yes, but who IS Terza McDonald? And Look--he doesn't tell us what is in the wrong package. We have to do the work of imagining even that to which we might adjust. Oh, poetry is a heavy burden and a ribbon-tangled surprise...

Wishing you well, Ruth...

4:30 AM
mbhmaine said...

Wouldn't it be lovely to all gather for tea and share some favorite poems? That sounds like a dream from long ago! Thanks for sharing this poem with its reminder that one may find a gift when one adjusts.

4:46 AM
Whispers from the Ridge said...

Love the context of this poem, Ruth! It does make me want to curl up with a cup of tea and ponder things a bit more. Thanks for sharing!

10:18 AM
author amok said...

This poem is a fascinating puzzle! The ribbons, the insult, the strange name. I almost feel like we could make a story out of the details Stafford shares here.

5:17 PM
Buffy Silverman said...

This is definitely the year of learning to adjust--perfect poem for our time. "For you, Pig Head," made me laugh. I suspect Terza McDonald is laughing too.

12:38 PM

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