Ruth Stone (1) (1915–2011)
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Ruth Stone was born in Roanoke, Virginia in 1915. By the age of 19, she was a married woman and studying at the University of Illinois. While there, she met Walter Stone, who became her second husband after she divorced her first husband. While on sabbatical in England in 1959, Walter Stone hung vis mere himself at the age of 42. Her first collection, In an Iridescent Time, was published in 1959. Her other works include Topography and Other Poems, American Milk, The Solution, Simplicity, and What Love Comes To. She won the National Book Award in 2002 for In the Next Galaxy. She taught English and creative writing at the State University of New York in Binghamton. She died of natural causes on November 19, 2011 at the age of 96. (Bowker Author Biography) vis mindre
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Literature: An Introduction to Fiction, Poetry, and Drama (1995) — Bidragyder, nogle udgaver — 917 eksemplarer
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- Juridisk navn
- Stone, Ruth
- Andre navne
- Perkins, Ruth Swan (birth name)
- Fødselsdato
- 1915-06-08
- Dødsdag
- 2011-11-19
- Køn
- female
- Nationalitet
- USA
- Fødested
- Roanoke, Virginia, USA
- Dødssted
- Ripton, Vermont, USA
- Bopæl
- Goshen, Vermont, USA
Indianapolis, Indiana, USA - Uddannelse
- University of Illinois
- Erhverv
- poet
Professor of Literature and Creative Writing, Binghamton University (1990-2000)
faculty member, Wellesley College
faculty member, University of California-Davis - Relationer
- Stone, Bianca (granddaughter)
- Priser og hædersbevisninger
- Poet Laureate of Vermont (2007)
Wallace Stevens Award, The Academy of American Poets
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Lines: A Posthumous Collaboration af Ruth Stone
Bridge Collaboration (2013) 16 p.
This is a book of extraordinary words, as Ruth Stone tries to understated mortality and then accept that it cannot be understood, only accepted. She looks at the "prison" of ordinary usage and grammar, and asks and explore how language can be made to reveal again, not merely conceal. Stone is an under-appreciated poet of the 20th Century who was still vital and relevant into the 21st. This 1999 collection is highly recommended, whether you read poetry on a regular basis or not. As we read, we are the "open-mouthed":
Vapor, a transient thing, a dervish
seen rising in a whirl of wind,
or brief cloud casting its changing shadow;
though below, the open-mouthed might stand
transfixed by mirage, a visionary oasis."… (mere)
Vapor, a transient thing, a dervish
seen rising in a whirl of wind,
or brief cloud casting its changing shadow;
though below, the open-mouthed might stand
transfixed by mirage, a visionary oasis."… (mere)
Ruth Stone's poetry is under appreciated---she stands as one of the more consistently excellent poets of the 20th and early 21st Centuries. Her clarity of language and imagery, her personally honest but not indulgently confessional subjects, and the starling quality of her poetry from across multiple decades all argue for her verse to be read.
The more I read the poetry of Ruth Stone, the more I regret her passing in 2011. She weaves the natural world, current events, the lives of other characters, and science into the web of telling her own life. With unassuming eloquence, she speaks in a diction that is both commonplace and vivid:
"the power of nothing to multiply.
Turning the hand over to become the palm,
for a moment it can shape itself into a cup of water."
In this passage and throughout, Stone seeks a deep acceptance of what is and what has been so that she may live in the now, despite the terrible loss built into our very existence:
"Then the absent tree when the play yard is paved with asphalt,
a blank space where the tree was, a space that the birds pass pver,
where the wind does not pause."
Or in describing her decades as a widow:
"in my thirty years of knowing you
cell by cell in my widow's shawl,
we have lived together longer
in the discontinuous films of my sleep
that we did in our warm parasitical bodies"
In all, she finds "unreasoning hope" in the flights of starlings, in the "language of the meanings within the meanings" contained in the growth of cabbage in her garden, in her dreams and memories. This is an adult book of poetry for those readers who have lived long enough not to be impressed with bathos or the false art of faithless language twisted into pretense. Read it. Savor it.… (mere)
"the power of nothing to multiply.
Turning the hand over to become the palm,
for a moment it can shape itself into a cup of water."
In this passage and throughout, Stone seeks a deep acceptance of what is and what has been so that she may live in the now, despite the terrible loss built into our very existence:
"Then the absent tree when the play yard is paved with asphalt,
a blank space where the tree was, a space that the birds pass pver,
where the wind does not pause."
Or in describing her decades as a widow:
"in my thirty years of knowing you
cell by cell in my widow's shawl,
we have lived together longer
in the discontinuous films of my sleep
that we did in our warm parasitical bodies"
In all, she finds "unreasoning hope" in the flights of starlings, in the "language of the meanings within the meanings" contained in the growth of cabbage in her garden, in her dreams and memories. This is an adult book of poetry for those readers who have lived long enough not to be impressed with bathos or the false art of faithless language twisted into pretense. Read it. Savor it.… (mere)
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