Muriel Rukeyser

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

Muriel Rukeyser Poems

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

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Best Poem of Muriel Rukeyser

Boy With His Hair Cut Short

SUNDAY shuts down on this twentieth-century evening.
The L passes. Twilight and bulb define
the brown room, the overstuffed plum sofa,
the boy, and the girl's thin hands above his head.
A neighbor radio sings stocks, news, serenade.

He sits at the table, head down, the young clear neck exposed,
watching the drugstore sign from the tail of his eye;
tattoo, neon, until the eye blears, while his
solicitous tall sister, simple in blue, bending
behind him, cuts his hair with her cheap shears.

The arrow's electric red always reaches its mark,
successful neon!...

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In the cave with a long-ago flare
a woman stands, her arms up. Red twig, black twig, brown twig.
A wall of leaping darkness over her.
The men are out hunting in the early light
But here in this flicker, one or two men, painting
and a woman among them.
Great living animals grow on the stone walls,
their pelts, their eyes, their sex, their hearts,
and the cave-painters touch them with life, red, brown, black,

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