Marge Piercy

(March 31, 1936 / Detroit, Michigan)

Marge Piercy Poems

1. A Work Of Artifice 1/3/2003
2. Always Unsuitable 1/3/2003
3. Attack Of The Squash People 1/3/2003
4. Barbie Doll 1/1/2004
5. Belly Good 1/3/2003
6. Colors Passing Through Us 1/3/2003
7. For The Young Who Want To 1/3/2003
8. Implications Of One Plus One 1/3/2003
9. My Mother's Body 1/3/2003
10. Rape Poem 4/17/2015
11. The Birthday Of The World 3/17/2015
12. The Cat's Song 1/3/2003
13. The Friend 1/3/2003
14. The Morning Half-Life Blues 1/1/2004
15. The Neighbor 1/3/2003
16. The Secretary Chant 5/13/2015
17. The Woman In The Ordinary 1/3/2003
18. To Be Of Use 1/3/2003
19. To The Pay Toilet 1/20/2003
20. Toad Dreams 1/3/2003
21. Traveling Dream 1/3/2003
22. Visiting A Dead Man On A Summer Day 1/3/2003
23. What Are Big Girls Made Of? 1/3/2003
24. Winter Promises 1/3/2003
Best Poem of Marge Piercy

Barbie Doll

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
like a...

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The Secretary Chant

My hips are a desk,
From my ears hang
chains of paper clips.
Rubber bands form my hair.
My breasts are quills of
mimeograph ink.
My feet bear casters,
Buzz. Click.
My head is a badly organized file.

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