STONE
“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.
Poem by Charles Simic!
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