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Home
by William Stafford
Our father owned a star,
and by its light
we lived in father’s house
and slept at night.
The tragedy of life,
like death and war,
were faces looking in
at our front door.
But finally all came in,
from near and far:
you can’t believe in locks
and own a star.
William Stafford, “Home” from Another World Instead: The Early Poems of William Stafford 1937-1947, edited by Fred Marchant. Copyright © 2008 by The Estate of William Stafford.
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