Ruth Stone

(June 8, 1915 – November 19, 2011)

Ruth Stone Poems

1. The Trade-Off 8/29/2014
2. The Pear 8/29/2014
3. Up There 8/29/2014
4. Words 8/29/2014
5. Reading 8/29/2014
6. Speculation 12/27/2011
7. The Porch 8/29/2014
8. Spring Beauties 8/29/2014
9. The Mother 8/29/2014
10. The Question 12/27/2011
11. So What 8/29/2014
12. Overnight Guest 8/29/2014
13. Peripheries 12/27/2011
14. Relatives 8/29/2014
15. This Strangeness In My Life 8/29/2014
16. Poems 8/29/2014
17. Romance 12/27/2011
18. Genesis 12/27/2011
19. Not Expecting An Answer 8/29/2014
20. Repetition Of Words And Weather 8/29/2014
21. At Eighty-Three She Lives Alone 12/27/2011
22. The Ways Of Daughters 8/29/2014
23. Good Advice 8/29/2014
24. Lighter Than Air 8/29/2014
25. How It Is 8/29/2014
26. Shapes 12/27/2011
27. The Cabbage 12/27/2011
28. Male Gorillas 8/29/2014
29. Curtains 12/27/2011
30. Another Feeling 12/27/2011
31. 1941 12/27/2011
32. It Follows 12/27/2011
33. Always On The Train 12/27/2011
34. Look To The Future 12/27/2011
35. Eden, Then And Now 12/27/2011
36. The Wound 12/27/2011
37. In The Next Galaxy 1/20/2003
Best Poem of Ruth Stone

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.

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Always On The Train

Writing poems about writing poems
is like rolling bales of hay in Texas.
Nothing but the horizon to stop you.

But consider the railroad's edge of metal trash;
bird perches, miles of telephone wires.
What is so innocent as grazing cattle?
If you think about it, it turns into words.

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