Poems by Ruth Stone
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Always on the Train
... and the black high flung patterns of flocking birds ...
Good Advice
... Although you adjust to this- ...
In the Next Galaxy
... The idea of Hitler will not have vibrated yet ...
Not Expecting An Answer
... Then the flycatchers on the clothesline, ...
Reading
... with a library book close to your face, ...
Repetition of Words and Weather
... Young women talking of antique latches, ...
So What
... After so many smears, you want to wash it off with a laugh ...
Spring Beauties
... Your deep voice, this passing dust of miracles ...
The Trade-off
... And all that is uttered in its chains ...
This Strangeness in My Life
... from the air, you slowly show yourself ...
Words
... Their secondhand beards were spun by female gypsy moths ...
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