monday poem #209: Ruth Stone, "A Moment"
It took me weeks to finish this book; I kept getting bored with it and setting it down (Ruth Stone's work is, on the whole, not to my taste). But I kept going, because every now and then I'd find a poem that really moved me.
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.
Snowmelt 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
from Ordinary Words
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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.
Snowmelt 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
from Ordinary Words
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