Love by Ruth Stone

The part of myself devoted to you
admits of nothing that falls away.
Although I melt moment by moment
into something else, I carry you
with me, a doll of circumstance,
that dances as  I do when I
present myself, the stranger,
to you, the stranger.  We speak
of them hurriedly.  We
take them out of our breasts
and hold them out to each other
the glass hearts, the transparent bodies.


This poem speaks so much in a beautiful way.  I think my favorite thing about Ruth Stone is her use of language.  It is a form that anybody can connect to on many levels.  I normally stray away from "love" poems simply because I fear getting "cheesy" or "cliche".  However, I think that Stone throws all of that out of the window here.  This poem is so sincere and warm.  My favorite lines in this poem are

 "Although I melt moment by moment
into something else, I carry you
with me, a doll of circumstance,
that dances as I do when I
present myself, the stranger,
to you, the stranger. We speak"

Everything about these lines scream what one feels in new, weathered, or any other kind of love.  It is as if she is telling us that love is a driving force, changing us, making us creatures of circumstance or "doll" as she puts it.  I especially connect to the part about "myself, the stranger, to you, the stranger" not only to these lines simply connect to the reader but the way the lines read simply poetically offers a beauty that the entire poem holds.