Ruth Stone Poems

Here is not exactly here
because it passed by there
two seconds ago;
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Things will be different.
No one will lose their sight,
their hearing, their gallbladder.
It will be all Catskills with brand
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The shock comes slowly
as an afterthought.
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In ’29 before the dust storms
sandblasted Indianapolis,
we believed in the milk company.
Milk came in glass bottles.
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To you born into violence,
the wars of the red ant are nothing;
you, in the heart of the eruption.
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Writing poems about writing poems
is like rolling bales of hay in Texas.
Nothing but the horizon to stop you.
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If you had a lot of money
(by some coincidence
you’re at the Nassau Inn in Princeton
getting a whiff of class)
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I wore a large brim hat
like the women in the ads.
How thin I was: such skin.
Yes. It was Indianapolis;
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Wallace Stevens says,
'A poet looks at the world
as a man looks at a woman.'
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At the doughnut shop
twenty-three silverbacks
are lined up at the bar,
sitting on the stools.
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