Muriel Rukeyser (December 15, 1913 – February 12, 1980 / New York City)
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Poems by Muriel Rukeyser : 23 / 31
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;
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Muriel Rukeyser
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I think it's just a bit silly.
Tell me who you associate with, and I will know you. What a dirty woman you must have been Muriel. Creepy poem too advocating Sainthood for a roach, disgusting.
Muriel,
How sad, how shameful we are. Cruel in our habits and traditions. You shame me, you shame us - no, you show us our shame and allow us to breathe. Thank you for this poem.
Respectfully,
Carolynn