Monday, July 02, 2007

A Poem by Ruth Stone

Ruth Stone won the National Book Award in 2002 for In the Next Galaxy (Copper Canyon Press, 2002), the collection which contains this poem. In that same year, she won the Wallace Stevens Award from the Academy of American Poets. She has published nine full-length collections of poetry and several chapbooks.

She was born on June 6, 1915 and lives in Vermont.


It is so hard to see where it is,
but it is there even in the morning
when the miracle of shapes
assemble and become familiar,
but not quite; and the echo
of a voice, now changed,
utterly dissociated, as though
all warmth and shared sweetness
had never been. It is this alien
space, not stark as the moon,
but lush and almost identical
to the space that was. But it is not.
It is another place and you are not
what you were but as though emerging
from the air, you slowly show yourself
as someone else, not even remembered.


Blogger Suzanne said...

Thanks for this, Greg.

7:38 AM  

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