Voices on the Wind
Voices in Tribute
Poetestor without a cause
(To Richard Shelton and William Stafford)
by Lars Samson
My college poetry teacher wrote me
I heard that as
But I could have misread between lines
life had cut in his face.
Ruleless and unruly, I kept on alone ó
not reading him closely. Nor any others
whose words seemed buried in the page.
Wrapped in the desert, my voice wandered out
into the scrub and washes. Lost words
came back with broad rhythms tip-toeing
over the ground and up,
Words led to their unspoken lives and a voice ó
plain and earnest as Kansas ó whose fearless heart
kept me true to my words.
Two careers later, I hung up wordsí faces
and followed their hearts. But the voice was gone ó
with no others seeming to
embrace their words.
Wiser eyes returned to my teacherís
first book, where pages howled The untamed
are still out there.
My words still donít circulate
with known ones. But Iím content
these will have me.