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  1. He offers a unique way into the heart of the world." One of America's most prolific poets, Stafford is, according to James Dickey in his book Babel to Byzantium, "a real poet, a born poet," whose "natural mode of speech is a gentle, mystical, half-mocking and highly personal daydreaming about the western United States."

  2. 11 de ene. de 2023 · Texts about. William Stafford - Born in 1914, William Stafford's first major collection of poems, Traveling Through the Dark, was published when he was forty-eight years old and won the National Book Award in 1963. He went on to publish more than sixty-five volumes of poetry and prose.

  3. Stafford was 48 years old when his first major collection of poetry was published, Traveling Through the Dark, which won the 1963 National Book Award for Poetry. The title poem is one of his best-known works.

  4. 25 de abr. de 2024 · William Stafford (born January 17, 1914, Hutchinson, Kansas, U.S.—died August 28, 1993, Lake Oswego, Oregon) was an American poet whose work explores man’s relationship with nature. He formed the habit of rising early to write every day, often musing on the minutia of life.

    • The Editors of Encyclopaedia Britannica
  5. (6) Certainly, the strength and truth of his poetry are evident in poems like “Thinking About Being Called Simple by a Critic,” a poem in which Stafford not only defends a way of writing poetry but also a way of living life. Other poems such as “At the Bomb Testing Site” suggest his poetry may not be as simple as some critics repute it to be.

  6. Stafford and his son, the writer Kim Stafford, were there jointly conducting a workshop on writing poetry and lyrical prose. During the conference, Stafford carried a camera around with him, frequently stopping to take pictures. For the interview, we sat in school desks across from each other.

  7. 28 de ago. de 2023 · August 28, 2023. Early on the morning of August 28, 1993, the poet William Stafford scratched out the draft of a poem, as he did most mornings, while lying on the couch beneath the living room window at his home in Lake Oswego, Oregon. Later in the day, he sat at the cluttered desk in his writing room, a converted garage, where he ...