Invitation to safely distanced oral tradition poetry salon Saturday, April 10 - The World Speaks

[Larry Robinson]

You are cordially invited to join us for a safely distanced outdoor poetry salon 

The World Speaks



Saturday, April 10
2:00 - 3:30 PM

at St. Stephen’s Episcopal Church on Robinson Road in Sebastopol

We will gather in the beautiful outdoor sanctuary to share poems and songs learned by heart and to
begin the re-weaving of our poetry community.

No need to RSVP or reserve a space this time. All are welcome.
However, since fixed seating is limited, you may want to bring a folding chair and/or cushion.

Please do wear a mask and maintain all pandemic safety protocols.





Earth Dweller

It was all the clods at once become
precious; it was the barn, and the shed,
and the windmill, my hands, the crack
Arlie made in the ax handle: oh, let me stay
here humbly, forgotten, to rejoice in it all;
let the sun casually rise and set.
If I have not found the right place,
teach me; for, somewhere inside the clods are
vaulted mansions, lines through the barn sing
for the saints forever, the shed and windmill
rear so glorious the sun shudders like a gong.

Now I know why people worship, carry around
magic emblems, wake up talking dreams
they teach to their children: the world speaks.
The world speaks everything to us.
It is our only friend.

   - William Stafford


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