Marge Piercy Poems
|1.||A Work Of Artifice||1/3/2003|
|3.||Attack Of The Squash People||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|
|11.||The Birthday Of The World||3/17/2015|
|12.||The Cat's Song||1/3/2003|
|13.||The cup of Eliyahu||12/1/2015|
|15.||The Morning Half-Life Blues||1/1/2004|
|17.||The Secretary Chant||5/13/2015|
|18.||The Woman In The Ordinary||1/3/2003|
|19.||To Be Of Use||1/3/2003|
|20.||To The Pay Toilet||1/20/2003|
|23.||Visiting A Dead Man On A Summer Day||1/3/2003|
|24.||What Are Big Girls Made Of?||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
That afternoon the dream of the toads
rang through the elms by Little River
and affected the thoughts of men,
though they were not conscious that
they heard it.--Henry Thoreau
The dream of toads: we rarely
credit what we consider lesser