28 August 2013

Stone, a poem by Charles Simic

Go inside a stone
That would be my way.
Let somebody else become a dove
Or gnash with a tiger’s tooth.
I am happy to be a stone.

From the outside the stone is a riddle:
No one knows how to answer it.
Yet within, it must be cool and quiet
Even though a cow steps on it full weight,
Even though a child throws it in a river;
The stone sinks, slow, unperturbed
To the river bottom
Where the fishes come to knock on it
And listen.

I have seen sparks fly out
When two stones are rubbed,
So perhaps it is not dark inside after all;
Perhaps there is a moon shining
From somewhere, as though behind a hill—
Just enough light to make out
The strange writings, the star-charts
On the inner walls.

  1. Amazon page: http://www.amazon.co.uk/Charles-Simic/e/B000AQ6PE4
  2. Wikipedia page: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Charles_Simic
  3. Poetry Foundation page: http://tinyurl.com/o9cmxlg
  4. Poetry dot org page: http://www.poets.org/poet.php/prmPID/27
  5. New and Selected Poems: http://tinyurl.com/ns3v9zo

Charles Simic

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