"Stone"
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.
There is something so incredibly peaceful about this poem. Kind of just fulfilles my fantasy of just getting away. If stepped into a stone or became a stone, i would no longer be bothered by daily issues. I could be free to roam. I just keep reading it over and over. To me there are a few different ways to analyze what it means and how it can mean to a certain person. I'm not going to say. Better to have a different interpretation each time.

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