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Слушать(AI)Remembering Mountain Men
I put my foot in cold waterand hold it there: early morningsthey had to wade through broken iceto find the traps in the deep channelwith their hands, drag up the chains andthe drowned beaver.
The slow currentof the life below tugs at me all day.
When I dream at night, they save a place for me,no matter how small, somewhere by the fire.
William Stafford
William Edgar Stafford (January 17, 1914 – August 28, 1993) was an American poet and pacifist. He was the father of poet and essayist Kim Staffo
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