So What's Wrong?Author(s): Ruth StoneSource: The Iowa Review, Vol. 28, No. 3 (Winter, 1998), p. 128Published by: University of IowaStable URL: http://www.jstor.org/stable/20154648 .

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Ruth Stone

So What's Wrong?

Here it is, a green world,

and all of these milhons

Uving in the dust.

It's Uke a dog with a chain

that's just as long as this worn

path around the post. How the dog loves the hand

that brings it water;

the voice up there

almost out of reach, that says,

"Here is your food.

Nice dog." While it eats, like a dream,

the voice goes away,

and there is the path around the post.

Joyful dog, something, somewhere is so wonderful.

And at night the dog lies down and its muscles

remember the ferns,

the hot smell of the field

sloping down hill; the clouds breaking and that light, like mist, like smoke;

the strange reflected light of a dead moon.

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