Saturday, September 1, 2007

Freedom of Expression

William Stafford (1996)

My feet wait there listening, and when
they dislike what happens they begin
to press on the floor. They know when
it is time to walk out on a program. Pretty soon
they are moving, and as the program fades
you can hear the sound of my feet on gravel.

If you have feet with standards, you too
may be reminded—you need not
accept what's given. You gamblers,
pimps, braggarts, oppressive people:—
"Not here," my feet are saying, "no thanks;
let me out of this." And I'm gone.


dan1968 said...

from The Way It Is: New and Selected Poems by William Stafford

dan1968 said...

oh, thanks Ethan for bringing the labels thing to my attention. I'm hoping to use them quite a bit - for authors and keywords, at least.