Words – Ruth Stone

Words

‘Wallace Stevens says,
“A poet looks at the world
as a man looks at a woman.”

I can never know what a man sees
when he looks at a woman.

That is a sealed universe.

On the outside of the bubble
everything is stretched to infinity.

Along the blacktop, trees are bearded as old men,
like rows of nodding gray-bearded mandarins.
Their secondhand beards were spun by female gypsy moths.

All mandarins are trapped in their images.

A poet looks at the world
as a woman looks at a man.’

Ruth Stone

Palace Gate Counselling Service, Exeter