American poet whose bittersweet lines brought him success in his late 80
Ruth Stone, the distinguished American poet whose voice was memorable for its bittersweet humor and pathos, has died at the age of 96. She wrote in relative obscurity for most of his career, but a major recognition came as late Stone 80. When he received the National Book Award in 2002 for collection in the Galaxy, which summarizes his career: "I was writing poems or any other since I was five or six years, and I could not stop I could never stop No. I know why ... it was like a stream next to me, you know, my life has gone through here, and I got married and had three children and all the things that have to do, and throughout the present time, it was time . And I really did not know what he said. I have spoken and he has written. So many things can not even take credit for that. "
Peter claimed his poems came to him on the other side of the universe. Recalling his experience of writing things that I tell myself when to suspend the machine, said in an interview in 2010 in the American Poetry: "I was in the laundry hanging garden, and suddenly I said: 'Oh, better me than that. "So I started writing as fast as I could. I could not get the last line for years."
wrote several of his poems at his home in rural Goshen, Vermont, Pierre transcribed the news that the universe and the daily drama of life as an itinerant poet, widow and mother of three daughters . He wrote with a passion to guess their own voice and language, the exercise of their freedom "yip" in its "schizophrenic night." The "barking" contained a tragic / comic store certain other American poets have been beaten, often double-edged sword recalls the verse of Emily Dickinson, only in a more conversational style, as in these verses Curtain (1987):
Hey, last night
me back to my aunt Virginia
proud, but weak in the head.
remember Anna Magnani.
threw a couple of books. I cry.
Cleans
opens his eyes and hands.
OK OK
keep animals dirty
without nails in the walls.
cried together.
I am very nervous, he said.
Ruth Swan Perkins was born in Roanoke, Virginia, and raised in Indianapolis, where his father worked as a typesetter for the Indianapolis Star, who was also a gambler. His mother reads to her and encouraged Tennyson to write. As a young adult, stone particularly enjoyed reading Russian novels. Based on his career in what she calls the "great library confusion, the female spirit," intends to maintain its matrilineal inheritance. "No amount of knowledge can shake my grandmother out of me," he wrote in his poem Pokeberries "or Aunt Maud. O my mother, not just bite into an apple / with large white teeth, it was divided in two. "
Pierre published his first poetry book, in iridescent time in 1958, shortly after the purchase of his home in Goshen life with the money he received for Bess Hokin Award for poetry . The young couple seemed to point to a meteoric career in the literary world in the early 60's, when the sabbatical in London, Walter hung on the hanger on the door of his cabinet, leaving no note. For the rest of his life, Peter wrote so vividly bright and deep pathos of loss, describing his death in his poem March 15, 1998:
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