Marge Piercy Poems
|2.||The Secretary Chant -new-||5/13/2015|
|3.||The Birthday Of The World||3/17/2015|
|5.||Visiting A Dead Man On A Summer Day||1/3/2003|
|6.||To The Pay Toilet||1/20/2003|
|9.||The Morning Half-Life Blues||1/1/2004|
|10.||My Mother's Body||1/3/2003|
|11.||Attack Of The Squash People||1/3/2003|
|12.||Colors Passing Through Us||1/3/2003|
|15.||The Cat's Song||1/3/2003|
|17.||Implications Of One Plus One||1/3/2003|
|18.||The Woman In The Ordinary||1/3/2003|
|20.||For The Young Who Want To||1/3/2003|
|21.||What Are Big Girls Made Of?||1/3/2003|
|22.||To Be Of Use||1/3/2003|
|23.||A Work Of Artifice||1/3/2003|
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 nose and fat legs.
She was healthy, tested intelligent,
possessed strong arms and back,
abundant sexual drive and manual dexterity.
She went to and fro apologizing.
Everyone saw a fat nose on thick legs.
She was advised to play coy,
exhorted to come on hearty,
exercise, diet, smile and wheedle.
Her good nature wore out
A Work Of Artifice
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