Margaret Atwood (18 November 1939 / Ottawa, Ontario)
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Habitation
Marriage is not
a house or even a tent
it is before that, and colder:
The edge of the forest, the edge
of the desert
the unpainted stairs
at the back where we squat
outside, eating popcorn
where painfully and with wonder
at having survived even
this far
we are learning to make fire
Margaret Atwood
Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003
Read poems about / on: marriage, house, fire
Poems by Margaret Atwood : 6 / 27
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