Mary Ruefle is an American poet and essayist. The daughter of a military officer, Ruefle was born outside Pittsburgh in 1952, but spent her early life traveling around the U.S. and Europe. She graduated from Bennington College in 1974 with a degree in Literature.
Ruefle's work has been widely published in literary journals. She has received a National Endowment for the Arts fellowship, a Whiting Writer's Award, a Guggenheim fellowship, and an Award in Literature from the American Academy of Arts and Letters. Ruefle currently lives in New England. She teaches in the MFA in Writing program at Vermont College and is visiting faculty with the University of Iowa Writers' Workshop.
The white spot to the upper left which looks like the pith plug in a peeled orange is the crater Tycho. I have never been there. Perhaps one day you will. I saw many jackets in the coatroom but none of them were his. I know someone who is alive somewhere. It is embarrassing to be alive. Sometimes you have to stand out on the street and look upwards, and then you have to pretend the stone at your feet is not an object of observation, when it is.
Mary Ruefle's work continues to strike a chord with me. I find myself texting photos of her poems to friends. Not something that I usually do. A few favorites: "Cum Grano Salis" and "'The Philosophy of the Astonished'" and "Patina" and "Full Moon" and "Hounds" and "The Bench" and...