Hayden Carruth

(August 3, 1921 – September 29, 2008 / Woodbury, Connecticut)

Hayden Carruth Poems

1. Testament 3/27/2015
2. The Bearer 10/9/2015
3. Bears at Raspberry Time 11/17/2015
4. The Cows at Night 3/25/2016
5. Letter To Denise 1/30/2015
6. The Way Of The Coventicle Of The Trees 1/13/2003
7. Block 1/13/2003
8. Goes 1/13/2003
9. Something For The Trade 1/13/2003
10. Poem Catching Up With An Idea 1/13/2003
11. Onondaga, Early December 1/13/2003
12. Notes On Poverty 1/10/2015
13. Endnote 1/13/2003
14. At Seventy-Five: Rereading An Old Book 1/13/2003
15. The Curtain 1/13/2003
16. The Afterlife: Letter To Sam Hamill 1/13/2003
17. Words In A Certain Appropriate Mode 1/13/2003
18. When I Wrote A Little 1/13/2003
19. Emergency Haying 1/13/2003
20. Graves 1/13/2003
21. February Morning 1/13/2003
22. Ray 1/13/2003
23. Saturday At The Border 1/13/2003
24. Scrambled Eggs And Whiskey 1/13/2003
25. On Being Asked To Write A Poem Against The War In Vietnam 1/13/2003
26. I, I, I 1/13/2003
Best Poem of Hayden Carruth

I, I, I

First, the self. Then, the observing self.
The self that acts and the self that watches. This
The starting point, the place where the mind begins,
Whether the mind of an individual or
The mind of a species. When I was a boy
I struggled to understand. For if I know
The self that watches, another watching self
Must see the watcher, then another watching that,
Another and another, and where does it end?
So my mother sent me to the barber shop,
My first time, to get my hair "cut for a part"
(Instead of the dutch boy she'd always given me),
As I was instructed to...

Read the full of I, I, I

Onondaga, Early December

lights in the twilight,
lights of Solvay over the expanse of frozen snow-covered
lake,
orange lights of the refineries,
yellow and green and red lights of the neon along the
strip,
lights as if undersea, the argon just coming to exist,
all lights in the cold moisture of the grounded wind
staggering across the lake at twilight

[Report Error]