Reflections by Jerry Webber

Sunday, July 3, 2011

William Stafford Poetry for the Weekend

At the Un-National Monument along the Canadian Border
William Stafford

This is the field where the battle did not happen,
where the unknown soldier did not die.
This is the field where grass joined hands,
where no monument stands,
and the only heroic thing is the sky.

Birds fly here without any sound,
unfolding their wings across the open.
No people killed -- or were killed -- on this ground
hallowed by neglect and an air so tame
that people celebrate it by forgetting its name.

[William Stafford, Every War Has Two Losers: William Stafford on Peace and War, p. 87.]

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