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W I L L I A M S TA F F O R D Mother Talking in the Porch Swing Inside the river is there a river?— it could follow slow water the way the real current follows a stiller shore. And in your life the life that hurries could pass, and pass its open neighbor the earth, and its shore the sky. To be here, and always to find places in the current, the dreams the river has—surely we bubbles ought to tell about it? Listen: One of the rooms the river has after its bridge and its bend in the mountains is a place waiting for the sun every afternoon, when the sun dwells at a slant under a log and finds that little yellow room and a waterbug trying to learn circles but never making one its shadow approves. Miles later the river tries to recall that dream, turning with all of its twisting self that found gravel and found it good. Just before the ocean that river turns on its back and side and slowly invites the world and the air and the sky, trying to give away everything, everything. 102 ❚ The 1970s ...

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