Poem of the Week, by William Stafford

Remembering Brother Bob
– William Stafford

Tell me, you years I had for my life,
tell me a day, that day it snowed
and I played hockey in the cold.
Bob was seven, then, and I was twelve,
and strong. The sun went down. I turned
and Bob was crying on the shore.

Do I remember kindness? Did I
shield my brother, comfort him?
Tell me, you years I had for my life.

Yes, I carried him. I took
him home. But I complained. I see
the darkness; it comes near: and Bob,
who is gone now, and the other kids.
I am the zero in the scene:
“You said you would be brave,” I chided
him. “I’ll not take you again.”
Years, I look at the white across
this page, and think: I never did.

For more information on William Stafford, please click here: http://www.poets.org/poet.php/prmPID/224

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  1. Rebecca A. · March 26, 2013

    This one is painful to read. Well done William Stafford.


  2. alison · March 30, 2013

    It’s a killer, isn’t it, Rebecca? I feel the same way. Have never been able to forget it.


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