tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8552083088916942937.post4008989507130630269..comments2023-12-13T03:19:15.138-08:00Comments on The Drift Record : Poetry Friday: William Stafford's MuseUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8552083088916942937.post-83415586153776087872014-03-14T23:19:45.720-07:002014-03-14T23:19:45.720-07:00Daphne, you have that quality Stafford mentions, y...Daphne, you have that quality Stafford mentions, your "own way of looking at things." I love the way you think, and I love your writing, and I WANT TO BUY YOUR BOOKS. But for now, I'll just think about Vermont, snow, patience...and I know that you will keep glancing at the world around you and finding that "salvation." on the other hand, if you lose patience, just Come visit me soon in Seattle and I'll take you to the tulip fields about to burst into bloom in the Skagit Valley. Spring has definitely arrived. Julie https://www.blogger.com/profile/12811523890920763782noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8552083088916942937.post-1682512055573466002014-03-14T15:15:35.131-07:002014-03-14T15:15:35.131-07:00this is wonderful, Julie. Just the ticket for desp...this is wonderful, Julie. Just the ticket for despairing of spring in deep winter. Time to study the snow and the bare branches. Being patient in March in Vermont is hard. But the muse is still there in the drifts.<br />DaphneAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8552083088916942937.post-79451607809587824842014-03-08T04:57:01.865-08:002014-03-08T04:57:01.865-08:00So. True.So. True.Mary Leehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09078793537148794310noreply@blogger.com