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. The Poem As Mask 12/15/2011
6. From A Play: Publisher's Song 12/15/2011
7. Waiting For Icarus 12/15/2011
8. George Robinson: Blues 12/15/2011
9. Ajanta 4/22/2010
10. Haying Before Storm 4/22/2010
11. Gauley Bridge 12/15/2011
12. Absalom 12/15/2011
13. Drunken Girl 12/15/2011
14. Poem 12/15/2011
15. Despisals 12/15/2011
16. Akiba 12/15/2011
17. Song 10/16/2015
18. The Disease 12/15/2011
19. The Book Of The Dead 12/15/2011
20. Orgy 12/15/2011
21. Seventh Avenue 12/15/2011
22. Painters 12/15/2011
23. Metaphor To Action 12/15/2011
24. Boy With His Hair Cut Short 4/22/2010
25. Myth 12/15/2011
26. Elegy In Joy 12/15/2011
27. Night Feeding 12/15/2011
28. The Conjugation Of The Paramecium 1/20/2003
29. 26-1-1939 12/15/2011
30. Reading Time: 1 Minute 26 Seconds 12/15/2011
31. [murmurs From The Earth Of This Land] 12/15/2011
32. St. Roach 1/20/2003

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The Conjugation Of The Paramecium

This has nothing
to do with
propagating

The species
is continued
as so many are
(among the smaller creatures)
by fission

(and this species
is very small
next in order to
the amoeba, the beginning one)

The paramecium
achieves, then,
immortality
by dividing

But when
the paramecium
desires renewal
strength another joy
this is what
the paramecium does:

The paramecium
lies down beside
another paramecium

Slowly inexplicably
the exchange
takes place
in which
some bits
of the nucleus of ...

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Ajanta

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