#Muriel Rukeyser

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Muriel Rukeyser, Then  x  The Bear

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Muriel Rukeyser, "Poem"

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Breathe in experience, breathe out poetry.

Muriel Rukeyser

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Breathe in experience, breathe out poetry.

Muriel Rukeyser

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Muriel Rukeyser, “Waking This Morning”

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Breathe in experience, breathe out poetry.

Muriel Rukeyser

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Muriel Rukeyser, from Gods & Mortals: Modern Poems on Classics; "The Poem as a Mask,"

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Breathe in experience, breathe out poetry.

Muriel Rukeyser

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Breathe in experience, breathe out poetry.

Muriel Rukeyser

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Breathe in experience, breathe out poetry.

Muriel Rukeyser

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Effort at Speech Between Two People

By Muriel Rukeyser [x]

:  Speak to me.          Take my hand.            What are you now?   I will tell you all.          I will conceal nothing. When I was three, a little child read a story about a rabbit who died, in the story, and I crawled under a chair    : a pink rabbit    :    it was my birthday, and a candle burnt a sore spot on my finger, and I was told to be happy.

:  Oh, grow to know me.        I am not happy.        I will be open: Now I am thinking of white sails against a sky like music, like glad horns blowing, and birds tilting, and an arm about me. There was one I loved, who wanted to live, sailing.

:  Speak to me.        Take my hand.        What are you now? When I was nine, I was fruitily sentimental, fluid    :    and my widowed aunt played Chopin, and I bent my head on the painted woodwork, and wept. I want now to be close to you.        I would link the minutes of my days close, somehow, to your days.

:  I am not happy.          I will be open. I have liked lamps in evening corners, and quiet poems. There has been fear in my life.          Sometimes I speculate On what a tragedy his life was, really.

:  Take my hand.          Fist my mind in your hand.          What are you now? When I was fourteen, I had dreams of suicide, and I stood at a steep window, at sunset, hoping toward death   : if the light had not melted clouds and plains to beauty, if light had not transformed that day, I would have leapt. I am unhappy.          I am lonely.          Speak to me.

:  I will be open.          I think he never loved me: He loved the bright beaches, the little lips of foam that ride small waves, he loved the veer of gulls: he said with a gay mouth: I love you.          Grow to know me.

:  What are you now?          If we could touch one another, if these our separate entities could come to grips, clenched like a Chinese puzzle . . . yesterday I stood in a crowded street that was live with people, and no one spoke a word, and the morning shone. Everyone silent, moving. . . . Take my hand.          Speak to me.

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Breathe in experience, breathe out poetry.

Muriel Rukeyser

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Breathe in experience, breathe out poetry.

Muriel Rukeyser

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favourite november poems

marilyn chin little girl études

muriel rukeyser the speed of darkness: “poem (i lived in the first century of world wars)”

sanna wani lately i am trying

tory dent collected poems: “the moon and the yew tree”

maya mior re: your listing

marvin bell nightworks: poems 1962-2000: “obsessive”

lauren k. alleyene how could i have known i would need to remember your laughter

charles bernstein with strings: “a test of poetry”

carl phillips this far in

laura wetherington (& hannah ensor) feel piece 4

dean young dear friend

robyn schiff a woman of property: “gate”

margaret de laughter a pantoun

rick barot the flea

elsa gidlow oversoul

carl phillips stop shaking

warsan shire the unbearable weight of staying

manuel arturo abreu klangfarbenmelodie

marianne boruch keats is coughing

evan knoll blood makes the blade holy

risk (@mechanicrisk) my son, the two headed calf

francine sterle nude in winter: “self-portrait as an allegory of painting”

luci tapahonso a radiant curve: “elegy for my younger sister”

matthew sweeney alone

david harsent from “a dream book”

sanna wani tomorrow is a place

rachel blau duplessis: from eurydics: snake

hannah brooks-motl family dollar

matthew olzmann letter beginning with two lines from czesław miłosz

janice lobo sapigao silhouette

kofi

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Breathe in experience, breathe out poetry.

Muriel Rukeyser