Hayden Carruth

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

Hayden Carruth Poems

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

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How many guys are sitting at their kitchen tables
right now, one-thirty in the morning, this same
time, eating a piece of pie? - that's what I
wondered. A big piece of pie, because I'd just
finished reading Ray's last book. Not good pie,
not like my mother or my wife could've
made, but an ordinary pie I'd just bought, being
alone, at the Tops Market two hours ago. And how
many had water in their eyes? Because of Ray's

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