Marge Piercy Poems (23 Poems)
Barbie Doll (Marge Piercy Poems)
This girlchild was born as usual and presented dolls that did pee-pee and miniature GE stoves and irons and wee lipsticks the color of cherry candy. Then in the magic of puberty, a classmate said: You have a great big … Continue reading
A Work Of Artifice (Marge Piercy Poems)
The bonsai tree in the attractive pot could have grown eighty feet tall on the side of a mountain till split by lightning. But a gardener carefully pruned it. It is nine inches high. Every day as he whittles back … Continue reading
To Be of Use (Marge Piercy Poems)
The people I love the best jump into work head first without dallying in the shallows and swim off with sure strokes almost out of sight. They seem to become natives of that element, the black sleek heads of seals … Continue reading
The Friend (Marge Piercy Poems)
We sat across the table. he said, cut off your hands. they are always poking at things. they might touch me. I said yes. Food grew cold on the table. he said, burn your body. it is not clean and … Continue reading
What Are Big Girls Made Of? (Marge Piercy Poems)
The construction of a woman: a woman is not made of flesh of bone and sinew belly and breasts, elbows and liver and toe. She is manufactured like a sports sedan. She is retooled, refitted and redesigned every decade. Cecile … Continue reading
The Woman in the Ordinary (Marge Piercy Poems)
The woman in the ordinary pudgy downcast girl is crouching with eyes and muscles clenched. Round and pebble smooth she effaces herself under ripples of conversation and debate. The woman in the block of ivory soap has massive thighs that … Continue reading
My Mother’s Body (Marge Piercy Poems)
1. The dark socket of the year the pit, the cave where the sun lies down and threatens never to rise, when despair descends softly as the snow covering all paths and choking roads: then hawkfaced pain seized you threw … Continue reading
The Cat’s Song (Marge Piercy Poems)
Mine, says the cat, putting out his paw of darkness. My lover, my friend, my slave, my toy, says the cat making on your chest his gesture of drawing milk from his mother’s forgotten breasts. Let us walk in the … Continue reading
Colors Passing Through Us (Marge Piercy Poems)
Purple as tulips in May, mauve into lush velvet, purple as the stain blackberries leave on the lips, on the hands, the purple of ripe grapes sunlit and warm as flesh. Every day I will give you a color, like … Continue reading
You Ask Why Sometimes I Say Stop (Marge Piercy Poems)
You ask why sometimes I say stop why sometimes I cry no while I shake with pleasure. What do I fear, you ask, why don’t I always want to come and come again to that molten deep sea center where … Continue reading
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