Meeting the Muse: A Reflection on William Stafford’s Vision
What if inspiration isn’t something you find—but something you allow to live with you?
When I Met My Muse
William Stafford
I glanced at her and took my glasses
off—they were still singing. They buzzed
like a locust on the coffee table and then
ceased. Her voice belled forth, and the
sunlight bent. I felt the ceiling arch, and
knew that nails up there took a new grip
on whatever they touched. “I am your own
way of looking at things,” she said. “When
you allow me to live with you, every
glance at the world around you will be
a sort of salvation.” And I took her hand.
Reflection
William Stafford captures inspiration not as something external we chase, but as a way of seeing we choose to welcome. The muse arrives quietly, bending light, shifting angles, and changing how the world holds together. When we allow this deeper way of looking to live with us, ordinary moments become luminous. Creativity, Stafford suggests, is not escape but salvation—a steady attentiveness that transforms perception itself. To take the muse’s hand is to commit to seeing more clearly, more gently, and more truthfully. Art begins when we trust this inner voice and let it guide how we meet the world, one glance at a time.
As you read this poem, ask yourself:
What way of seeing has quietly saved you—and are you allowing it to stay?