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. Waiting For Icarus 12/15/2011
6. The Poem As Mask 12/15/2011
7. From A Play: Publisher's Song 12/15/2011
8. Song 10/16/2015
9. Ajanta 4/22/2010
10. Haying Before Storm 4/22/2010
11. George Robinson: Blues 12/15/2011
12. Absalom 12/15/2011
13. Poem 12/15/2011
14. Akiba 12/15/2011
15. Gauley Bridge 12/15/2011
16. The Book Of The Dead 12/15/2011
17. Orgy 12/15/2011
18. Drunken Girl 12/15/2011
19. Seventh Avenue 12/15/2011
20. The Disease 12/15/2011
21. Despisals 12/15/2011
22. Metaphor To Action 12/15/2011
23. Boy With His Hair Cut Short 4/22/2010
24. Painters 12/15/2011
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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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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Elegy In Joy

We tell beginnings: for the flesh and the answer,
or the look, the lake in the eye that knows,
for the despair that flows down in widest rivers,
cloud of home; and also the green tree of grace,
all in the leaf, in the love that gives us ourselves.

The word of nourishment passes through the women,
soldiers and orchards rooted in constellations,
white towers, eyes of children:

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