Muriel Rukeyser

(December 15, 1913 – February 12, 1980 / New York City)

Muriel Rukeyser Poems

1. Waterlily Fire 12/15/2011
2. The Speaking Tree 12/15/2011
3. The Road 12/15/2011
4. Then I Saw What The Calling Was 12/15/2011
5. From A Play: Publisher's Song 12/15/2011
6. Waiting For Icarus 12/15/2011
7. Ajanta 4/22/2010
8. George Robinson: Blues 12/15/2011
9. The Poem As Mask 12/15/2011
10. Haying Before Storm 4/22/2010
11. Akiba 12/15/2011
12. Night Feeding 12/15/2011
13. Absalom 12/15/2011
14. Gauley Bridge 12/15/2011
15. Poem 12/15/2011
16. Drunken Girl 12/15/2011
17. [murmurs From The Earth Of This Land] 12/15/2011
18. Despisals 12/15/2011
19. Seventh Avenue 12/15/2011
20. The Disease 12/15/2011
21. Orgy 12/15/2011
22. 26-1-1939 12/15/2011
23. Painters 12/15/2011
24. Metaphor To Action 12/15/2011
25. Boy With His Hair Cut Short 4/22/2010
26. The Book Of The Dead 12/15/2011
27. Elegy In Joy 12/15/2011
28. Reading Time: 1 Minute 26 Seconds 12/15/2011
29. Myth 12/15/2011
30. The Conjugation Of The Paramecium 1/20/2003
31. St. Roach 1/20/2003
Best Poem of Muriel Rukeyser

St. Roach

For that I never knew you, I only learned to dread you,
for that I never touched you, they told me you are filth,
they showed me by every action to despise your kind;
for that I saw my people making war on you,
I could not tell you apart, one from another,
for that in childhood I lived in places clear of you,
for that all the people I knew met you by
crushing you, stamping you to death, they poured boiling
water on you, they flushed you down,
for that I could not tell one from another
only that you were dark, fast on your feet, and slender.
Not like ...

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CAME in my full youth to the midnight cave
nerves ringing; and this thing I did alone.
Wanting my fulness and not a field of war,
for the world considered annihilation, a star
called Wormwood rose and flickered, shattering
bent light over the dead boiling up in the ground,
the biting yellow of their corrupted lives
streaming to war, denying all our words.
Nothing was left among the tainted weather

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