po_Ruefle-MaryMary Ruefle (born April 16, 1952) is an American poet, essayist, and professor.

She has published eleven collections of poetry, most recently, Trances of the Blast (Wave Books, 2013). Ruefle’s debut collection of prose, The Most Of It, appeared in 2008 and her collected lectures, Madness, Rack, and Honey, was published in August 2012, both published by Wave Books.

 

THE HAND
Mary Ruefle

The teacher asks a question.
You know the answer, you suspect
you are the only one in the classroom
who knows the answer, because the person
in question is yourself, and on that
you are the greatest living authority,
but you don’t raise your hand.
You raise the top of your desk
and take out an apple.
You look out the window.
You don’t raise your hand and there is
some essential beauty in your fingers,
which aren’t even drumming, but lie
flat and peaceful.
The teacher repeats the question.
Outside the window, on an overhanging branch,
a robin is ruffling its feathers
and spring is in the air.

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VAPOR WAKE
Mary Ruefle
 
Intelligence came on
about seven o’clock
that evening, without
any warning, for the
first time in two or three
months—I’d been crying,
my eyes were Christmas bulbs,
love had dropped its honeydew
and my mind was splattered
when suddenly I heard Edith Piaf
singing in the next room
and remembered that pretty souvenirs
were manufactured after the war
to be bought by soldiers
who had greatly suffered,
pink rayon handkerchiefs
with the flags of two countries
embroidered there—lo,
I could leave these shores,
I could sail home, I could
take something with me,
I could leave something in
return, and at that word
it came back, alive.