In The Next Galaxy

Things will be different.
No one will lose their sight,
their hearing, their gallbladder.
It will be all Catskills with brand
new wrap-around verandas.
The idea of Hitler will not
have vibrated yet.
While back here,
they are still cleaning out
pockets of wrinkled
Nazis hiding in Argentina.
But in the next galaxy,
certain planets will have true
blue skies and drinking water.

by Ruth Stone

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Comments (5)

Every word matters in this poem.
May you sail smooth on yo journey in the galaxy Ruth. Matthew Hyatt u must be so dull my dear not to understand and appreciate such a masterpiece!
Dear Ruth, Bon voyage on your journey now begun to the next galaxy. Thank you for the beauty, the truth, the gifts extended and extending still like one finger of a spiral of stars sifting vastness appealing to be spoken.
excellent....thought provoking.... could you post 'Train Ride' on this site? I found it in the Oxford Book and really enjoyed it.
I apologize but I do not understand your poem. It doesn't seem like it rhymes to me but it is obvious that you have a Jewish background. Try to find your poetry rythym and go from there. Listening to music always helps. Take a look as some of my poetry and see what I need.