Muriel Rukeyser

Muriel Rukeyser (December 15, 1913 – February 12, 1980) was an American poet and political activist, best known for her poems about equality, feminism, social justice, and Judaism. Kenneth Rexroth said that she was the greatest poet of her "exact generation".

One of her most powerful pieces was a group of poems entitled The Book of the Dead (1938), documenting the details of the Hawk's Nest incident, an industrial disaster in which hundreds of miners died of silicosis.

Her poem "To be a Jew in the Twentieth Century" (1944), on the theme of Judaism as a gift, was adopted by the American Reform and Reconstructionist movements for their prayer books, something Rukeyser said "astonished" her, as she had remained distant from Judaism throughout her early life.

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    Exchange is creation.
    Muriel Rukeyser (1913–1980)

    I am haunted by interrupted acts,
    introspective as a leper, enchanted
    by a repulsive clew,
    a gross and fugitive movement of the limbs.
    Is this the love that shook the lights to flame?
    Muriel Rukeyser (1913–1980)

    If there were no poetry on any day in the world, poetry would be invented that day. For there would be an intolerable hunger.
    Muriel Rukeyser (1913–1980)

    Dead power is everywhere among us—in the forest, chopping down the songs; at night in the industrial landscape, wasting and stiffening the new life; in the streets of the city, throwing away the day. We wanted something different for our people: not to find ourselves an old, reactionary republic, full of ghost-fears, the fears of death and the fears of birth. We want something else.
    Muriel Rukeyser (1913–1980)

    When I wrote of the women in their dances and wildness, it was a mask,
    on their mountain, gold-hunting, singing, in orgy,
    it was a mask; when I wrote of the god,
    fragmented, exiled from himself, his life, the love gone down with song,
    it was myself, split open, unable to speak, in exile from myself.
    ...
    No more masks! No more mythologies!
    Muriel Rukeyser (1913–1980)