I love Muriel Rukeyser’s poems…

Sometimes, the part of me that is/was an English Major feels I ought to be discussing or at least making some comment about the poems I post, or the books I read or whatever. Mostly, I have my thoughts and impressions in here (*tapping of head and heart*) on the inside, and I simply want to share the piece in of itself for someone else to think upon. So here (so there).


Long afterward, Oedipus, old and blinded, walked the
roads. He smelled a familiar smell. It was
the Sphinx. Oedipus said, “I want to ask one question.
Why didn’t I recognize my mother?” “You gave the
wrong answer,” said the Sphinx. “But that was what
made everything possible,” said Oedipus. “No,” she said,
“When I asked, What walks on four legs in the morning,
two at noon, and three in the evening, you answered,
Man. You didn’t say anything about woman.”
“When you say Man,” said Oedipus, “you include women
too. Everyone knows that.” She said, “That’s what
you think.”

Muriel Rukeyser

“Muriel Rukeyser’s poetry is unequalled in the twentieth-century United States in its range of reference, its generosity of vision, and its energy,” writes Adrienne Rich. “She pushes us, readers, writers, and participants in the life of our time, to enlarge our sense of what poetry is about in the world, and of the place of feelings and memory in politics.”

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