Sarah Ruden

Sarah Ruden’s most recent work is a translation of Augustine’s Confessions.

Sarah Ruden’s most recent work is a translation of Augustine’s Confessions.

Poetry

SPRING My enemy had hatched her young, Made real the heady boasts she’d sung, And when I saw the cherished thing, I vowed it would not fly or sing. My talons tightened in its fluff. Their ...

Spring

My enemy had hatched her young, Made real the heady boasts she’d sung, And when I saw the cherished thing, I vowed it would not fly or sing. My talons tightened in its fluff. Their ...

Poetry

POSTSCRIPT TO THE AENEID These are no arms or men the poet sings, But just some very ordinary things: The plastic station-wagon seat, the grass Of May reverberating through the glass; My brother hooting to ...

The Inaugural Poem

  I was in the car yesterday afternoon, listening to the inauguration on the radio. At the first lines of Richard Blanco’s official poem, my husband, Tom (a tall, patient public ...

Poetry

FIVE NIGHTMARES When I am naked in the dock, I get His cloak and coat. The clock Sweeps the exam away from me, When I have lost the room, but He Teaches me where I stand ...

Poetry

LULLABY FOR THE STOMP CAT Sleep, darling! Your accessory After the fact is here — that’s me. I see you fluffy, ten weeks old. You smirk. We’re too surprised to scold. The kitchen floor is ...

Poetry

KING DAVID LEAVES OFF MOURNING FOR HIS SON I’m dressed. The sky is stone, my path a sea. I’m going to him, he won’t return to me. I eat. The shattered waves have ...

Poetry

  THE MAN ROBBED AND BEATEN AND LEFT FOR DEAD Across the level road I see Somebody. He looks back at me. (And help will come, or help will pass By these outdated wisps of ...