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daisies-on-a-cup · 10 months

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Norwegian Wood, Haruki Murakami //@danielcalmdown//So What's Wrong?, What Love Comes To, by Ruth Stone//dog thoughts, Anna Haifisch (@/anna_haifisch on twitter)//love without witnesses, by s.s. @pendulum-north//Addie Bundren, As I Lay Dying by William Faulkner//eclipse, 2013, @wiktorjackowski//Secondo, Hannibal 3x3//Gift, by Melissa Houpert//Ghismonda with the heart of Guiscardo (Detail), Bernardino Mei//Oculus, Sally Wen Mao

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backroadboy · 7 months

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If you'd been a dog, they would've drowned you at birth.

[putting the dog to sleep, the antlers || dream a little dream of me, supernatural || so, what's wrong?, ruth stone || death dog, @/mxmorggo || unknown || I am a dog. I have blood all over my teeth, uhode || angel of hope and calendars, anne sexton || unknown || borzoi, @/mxmorggo || grit, silas denver melvin || how to be a dog, andrew kane || unknown || knives out, radiohead]

#web weaving #dean winchester #spn #dog motif #supernatural #anne sexton #the antlers #radiohead #ruth stone #silas denver melvin #andrew kane #dean #father #father web weaving #dog #dog web weaving #poetry #literature #poem

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beguines · 11 months

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Ruth Stone, from "Tongues", What Love Comes To

#ruth stone #what love comes to #poetry

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shy-girl04 · 2 months

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Love

This part of myself devoted to you

admits of nothing that falls away.

Although I melt moment by moment

into something else, I carry you

with me, a doll of circumstance,

that dances as I do when I

present myself, the stranger,

to you, the stranger. We speak

of them hurriedly. We

take them out of our breasts

and hold them out to each other,

the glass hearts, the transparent bodies.

Ruth Stone

#poetry #words #ruth stone #love #woman #man #dancing #black and white

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a-girl-and-her-quotes · 9 days

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Ruth Stone

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llovelymoonn · 1 year

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favourite poems of october

joseph brodsky collected poems in english, 1972-1999: “the hawk’s cry in autumn”

natalie diaz it was the animals

ruth stone as real as life

muriel rukeyser the collected poems of muriel rukeyser: “käthe kollwitz”

naomi shihab nye grape leaves: a century of arab american poetry: “making a fist”

larry levis elegy: “elegy with a chimneysweep falling inside it”

emily berry arlene and esme

erika meitner copia: “yizker bukh”

aracelic girmay sister was the wolf

joshua beckham take it: “[dark mornings shown thy mask]”

dana levin you will never get death / out of your system

delmore schwartz summer knowledge: selected poems (1938-1958): “darkling summer, ominous dusk, rumorous rain”

matthew olzmann mountain dew commercial disguised as a love poem

ghazal (@dobaara) my anger and loneliness are lovers

nikki allen search party: names for my mother

ellora sutton (newborn)

emily skaja letter to s, hospital

benjamín naka-hasebe kingsley born year of the uma

hieu minh nguyen litany for the animals who run from me

brandy nālani mcdougall he mele aloha no ka niu

ai vice: new and selected poems: “cuba, 1962″

gig ryan civil twilight

troy osaki o heat we protest

nick carbó andalusian dawn: “directions to my imaginary childhood”

chen chen i’m not a religious person but

sally wen mao oculus: “anna may wong stars as cyborg #86″

srikanth reddy voyager: “book three: 19″

golden & when they come for me (reprise)

natalie scenters-zapico notes on my present: a contrapuntal

evan knoll blood makes the blade holy

jesús papolete meléndez hey yo! yo soy!: 40 years of nuyorician street poetry a bilinguial edition: “of a butterfly in el barrio or a stranger in paradise”

kofi

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smakkabagms · 2 years

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Do you desire me? Am I among the jellyfish of your griefs? I comb my sorrows singing; any doomed sailor can hear The rising and falling bell and begin to wish For home. There is no choice among the voices Of love. Even a carp sings.

Ruth Stone

#ruth stone #quote #poetry #poem

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violettesiren · 24 days

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O my crows, when you return in April, your harsh voices, your dark selves rowing the raw air, you males who made it home to the mountain; this shadow below you in the orchard is me, triumphant, listening to rocks smash downstream in the snowmelt.

Once More by Ruth Stone

#ruth stone

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dk-thrive · 1 year

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Linear Illusions

I have decided on blank pages. In them you can travel forever; white flying toward your eyes; as when driving through falling snow you see only those snowflakes you are cutting across; relentlessly horizontal.

— Ruth Stone, from “Linear Illusions” In the Next Galaxy (Copper Canyon Press; April 1, 2004) (via Whiskey River)

#love #snow #dreams #Ruth Stone

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thepoemeater-blog · 8 months

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Green Apples

In August we carried the old horsehair mattress to the back porch and slept with our children in a row. The wind came up the mountain into the orchard telling me something: saying something urgent. I was happy. The green apples fell on the sloping roof and rattled down. The wind was shaking me all night Long, shaking me in my sleep like a definition of love, saying, this is the moment, here, now.

Ruth Stone

#poetry #august #bliss #states of bliss #ruth stone #green apples #mountains #apples #harvest #how to live #love

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poem-today · 9 months

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A poem by Ruth Stone

A Moment

Across the highway a heron stands in the flooded field. It stands as if lost in thought, on one leg, careless, as if the field belongs to herons. the air is clear and quiet. Snow melts on this second fair day. Mother and daughter, we sit in the parking lot with doughnuts and coffee. We are silent. For a moment the wall between us opens to the universe; then closes. And you go on saying you do not want to repeat my life.

Ruth Stone (1915-2011)

#ruth stone #american poetry #a moment #heron

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abellinthecupboard · 3 months

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Here is a google docs folder with over 75 scanned books in pdf form, almost entirely poetry collections. Featured poets include Mary Oliver, Louise Glück, Myung Mi Kim, Natalie Diaz, Ocean Vuong, Billy Collins, Jericho Brown, Jane Kenyon, Ellen Bryant Voigt, Ruth Stone, Naomi Shihab Nye, Robert Bly, Carol Ann Duffy, Juliana Spahr, and more. New books are added occasionally so try checking the folder every few months for new additions. Here is the poetry folder if the first link isn't working.

#poetry #poetry books #Mary Oliver #Louise Gluck #Myung Mi Kim #Natalie Diaz #Ocean Vyong #Billy Collins #Ellen Bryant Voight #Ruth Stone #Robert Bly #Carol Anny Duffy #poets on tumblr #Naomi Shihab Nye #Juliana Spahr

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sunrisetune · 7 months

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'The Cabbage', by Ruth Stone

You have rented an apartment. You come to this enclosure with physical relief, your heavy body climbing the stairs in the dark, the hall bulb burned out, the landlord of Greek extraction and possibly a fatalist. In the apartment leaning against one wall, your daughter's painting of a large frilled cabbage against a dark sky with pinpoints of stars. The eager vegetable, opening itself as if to eat the air, or speak in cabbage language of the meanings within meanings; while the points of stars hide their massive violence in the dark upper half of the painting. You can live with this.

#Ruth Stone #This re: my reblogging 'Narakaloka' by TMG a couple hours ago #Two (2) poems I really like about resignation / hope involving cabbages #poetry

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beguines · 11 months

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Ruth Stone, "The Dog", What Love Comes To

#ruth stone #what love comes to #poetry

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elenaferrante · 8 months

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Green Apples by Ruth Stone via @jane_healey_ on Instagram.

#loved this #poem #poetry #ruth stone #jane healey #j says

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gwydionmisha · 1 year

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1941 - Ruth Stone

I wore a large brim hat like the women in the ads. How thin I was: such skin. Yes. It was Indianapolis; a taste of sin. You had a natural Afro; no money for a haircut. We were in the seedy part; the buildings all run-down; the record shop, the jazz impeccable. We moved like the blind, relying on our touch. At the corner coffee shop, after an hour’s play, with our serious game on paper, the waitress asked us to move on. It wasn’t much. Oh mortal love, your bones were beautiful. I traced them with my fingers. Now the light grows less. You were so angular. The air darkens with steel and smoke. The cracked world about to disintegrate, in the arms of my total happiness.

#Ruth Stone #1941 #Poem #Poetry

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