Longlisted for the 2019 National Book Award for PoetryThrough her many projects across numerous genres, Mary Ruefle has proven herself a singular artist, drawing many fans from around the world to her unique vision. With Dunce she returns to the practice that has always been at her core: the making of poems. With her startlingly fresh sensibility, she enraptures us in poem after poem by the intensity of her attention, with the imaginative flourishes of her being-in-the-world, which is always deep with mysteries, unexpected appearances, and abiding yearning.
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It began with a phone number.
Then a grocery list.
A postcard to a dead friend
and then a long letter
in the green hell of a long summer.
With queer little geometrical figures
in the margins.
Then winter came with the monstrosity
of a true artist, its snow didn’t know
whether to play Bach or Beethoven,
its light in a light all its own.
I called and called. I went shopping
but the black diamonds downtown
were not on sale, so I am writing
to tell you the ring you wanted
will have to wait, we are telling
stories around the brazier, it is
warm near the tripod and snug,
the hour makes a soft music
all its own, I wish more than anything
you were here beside us, and not
under the maple in Mr. Morioka’s garden.
I used to think everything had meaning—
and it does.
Table of Contents
Apple in Water
Long White Cloud
The Good Fortune of Material Existence
Maria and the Halls of Perish
A Late Dense Work
Tuna and a Play
Meditation on My Skull
Are You Talking about a Funeral?
Sent to the Monk
I Cannot Be Quiet an Hour
Interlude for a Solitary Flute
Muguet des Bois
Dispirited While Packing My Books…
The Death of Atahualpa at the Hands of Pizarro’s Men
Lightly, Very Lightly
A New Dawn
Little Travel Book
The Heart of Princess Osra
A Morning Person
Vow of Extinction
How We Met
The Butter Festival