Ruth Stone Poems
- In The Next Galaxy Things will be different. No one will ...
- The Wound The shock comes slowly as an afterthought.
- Eden, Then And Now In ’29 before the dust storms sandblasted...
- Look To The Future To you born into violence, the wars of ...
- Always On The Train Writing poems about writing poems is ...
- It Follows If you had a lot of money (by some ...
- The Cabbage You have rented an apartment. You come to this ...
an American poet, author, and teacher.
Life and Career
In 1959, after her husband, professor Walter Stone, committed suicide, she was forced to raise three daughters alone. (As she has pointed out, her poems are “love poems, all written to a dead man” who forced her to “reside in limbo” with her daughters.) For twenty years she traveled the US, teaching creative writing at many universities, including the University of Illinois, University of Wisconsin, Indiana University, University of California Davis, Brandeis, and finally settling at State University of New York Binghamton. She died at her home in Ripton, Vermont on November 19, 2011.
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In The Next Galaxy
Things will be different.
No one will lose their sight,
their hearing, their gallbladder.
It will be all Catskills with brand
new wrap-around verandas.
The idea of Hitler will not
have vibrated yet.
While back here,
they are still cleaning out
pockets of wrinkled
Nazis hiding in Argentina.
But in the next galaxy,
certain planets will have true
blue skies and drinking water.