What Love Comes to: New and Selected Poems
by Ruth Stone
Ruth Stone once said, 'I decided very early on not to write like other people.' "What Love Comes to" shows the fruits of this resolve in the lifetime ... Show synopsis Ruth Stone once said, 'I decided very early on not to write like other people.' "What Love Comes to" shows the fruits of this resolve in the lifetime's work of a true American original. The winner of the National Book Award at the age of 87, Ruth Stone is still writing extraordinary poetry well into her 90s. This comprehensive selection includes early formal lyrics, fierce feminist and political poems, and meditations on her husband's suicide, on love, loss, blindness and aging. "What Love Comes to" opens up her own particular world of serious laughter; of uncertainty and insight; of mystery and acceptance. The book has a foreword by Sharon Olds, who 'had the joy of meeting Ruth Stone' as a teenager, a later encounter giving her 'a vision of a genius at work': 'Ruth Stone's poems are mysterious, hilarious, powerful. They are understandable, often with a very clear surface, but not simple - their intelligence is crackling and complex - She is a poet of great humor - mockery even - and a bold eye, not obedient. There is also disrespect in her poems, a taken freedom, that feels to me like a strength of the disenfranchised. Ruth's poems are direct and lissome, her plainness is elegant and shapely, her music is basic, classical: it feels as real as the movement of matter. When we hear a Stone first line, it is as if we have been hearing this voice in our head all day, and just now the words become audible. She is a seer, easily speaking clear truths somehow unmentioned until now - She has a tragic deadpan humor: love and destruction are right next to each other - Ruth Stone's poems, in their originality and radiance, their intelligence and music and intense personal politics, shine in their place within her generation, among the pioneering women (Bishop, Brooks, Rukeyser) - Ruth Stone's poems are the food the spirit craves.'