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Drawing from several of his many collections, William Stafford reads poems which travel from youth to old age, past coyote-haunted riverbanks, through towns and into cities, and speaks of the way we stumble through life toward a recognition of who and where we are: “It’s like recognizing each other, at the end of communion.”

Interviewer: Henry Lyman

photo by Kim Stafford
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