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Comment 6 of 26, added on November 6th, 2009 at 3:55 PM.
We are looking at a moving river during the span of the poem. The
solidifying of the river will occur when the time is right and all of the
necessary conditions exist. Until then the questions are unanswerable.
Life, like the river is too fluid, active and full of uncertainty to allow
for any conjecture about cause and effect, what has been or what will be.
The river is flowing from somewhere to somewhere without any necessity to
think through or analyze the process. No doubt there are elements that have
influenced its current condition but without being able to freeze it in
place and examine it in that temporary state, its complexity prevents us
from seeing them. The essence of the river is its motion, its surge of
energy from where it comes to where it goes by whatever route it takes to
get there. A frozen river is temporary and unnatural. It was not meant to
be locked in place, and even frozen has secret unseen stirrings. "What the
river says, that is what I say."
from United States
Comment 5 of 26, added on February 2nd, 2009 at 4:06 PM.
I love the way William Stafford turns such a natural scene into a religious
In my opinion he resembles God as the river and how people get the chance
to know him
tiffany from United States
Comment 4 of 26, added on January 2nd, 2007 at 5:48 PM.
i want lrn will staford
Comment 3 of 26, added on December 29th, 2006 at 1:15 PM.
Ask me if the life I am living is the life that is in me...ask me if I have
been true to my design...to my heart...ask me, so that I might be
challenged to sit and consider...and raise once again the banner that is to
be my unique identity...and having come once again to me I allow myself to
reenter the river of life full of a million little waves and drops who make
Kean Salzer from United States
Comment 2 of 26, added on February 15th, 2006 at 6:35 PM.
what a great poem
toni from United States
Comment 1 of 26, added on March 22nd, 2005 at 5:34 AM.
After everything else has stilled (the river) reflect - some of if not most
of our mistakes are not of our own making - i think.
olivia m birigenda from Uganda
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