Saty’s window has not been opened for years His wall has been nailed and tied It has been broken and it cries But Saty’s wall has hope The hope still keeps it bright The hope has broken out of shackles now One day Saty’s wall will smile again.
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Got up on a cool morning. Leaned out a window. No cloud, no wind. Air that flowers held for awhile. Some dove somewhere.
Been on probation most of my life. And the rest of my life been condemned. So these moments count for a lot – peace, you know.
Let the bucket of memory down into the well, bring it up. Cool, cool minutes. No one stirring, no plans. Just being there.
Saty’s window has not been opened for years
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Got up on a cool morning. Leaned out a window.
No cloud, no wind. Air that flowers held
for awhile. Some dove somewhere.
Been on probation most of my life. And
the rest of my life been condemned. So these moments
count for a lot – peace, you know.
Let the bucket of memory down into the well,
bring it up. Cool, cool minutes. No one
stirring, no plans. Just being there.
–William Stafford
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