Margaret Atwood

(18 November 1939 / Ottawa, Ontario)

Margaret Atwood Poems

1. The Circle Game 9/8/2015
2. Death of a Young Son by Drowning 6/23/2015
3. February 1/7/2015
4. They Eat Out 10/21/2006
5. Provisions 1/3/2003
6. The Rest 1/13/2003
7. The Shadow Voice 1/2/2004
8. Backdropp Addresses Cowboy 1/2/2004
9. Sekhmet, The Lion-Headed Goddess Of War 1/3/2003
10. The Landlady 1/3/2003
11. Night Poem 1/3/2003
12. Flying Inside Your Own Body 1/3/2003
13. In The Secular Night 1/3/2003
14. Postcards 1/3/2003
15. Spelling 1/3/2003
16. More And More 1/3/2003
17. Habitation 1/3/2003
18. Variations On The Word Love 1/3/2003
19. The City Planners 1/3/2003
20. A Visit 1/3/2003
21. Morning In The Burned House 1/20/2003
22. Siren Song 1/3/2003
23. Variation On The Word Sleep 1/13/2003
24. This Is A Photograph Of Me 1/3/2003
25. Bored 1/3/2003
26. Helen Of Troy Does Countertop Dancing 1/20/2003
27. Is/Not 1/3/2003
28. You Fit Into Me 1/3/2003
29. The Moment 1/3/2003
30. A Sad Child 1/3/2003

Comments about Margaret Atwood

  • John Allan (1/5/2019 11:56:00 PM)

    Anybody know the name of a poem by MA that has this line in it: “We are a dying symphony...” thanks John

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  • aurthar (12/23/2018 10:51:00 AM)

    upto I saw the draft saying $4053, I be certain mother in law could actually earning money in there spare time at there labtop.. there friend brother haz done this less than 15 months and just cleared the morgage on there apartment and purchased a top of the range Nissan GT-R: . this is where I went,

  • Milkah Waweru (2/2/2016 10:41:00 AM)

    makes me fall in love with poetry every day

  • Ed Baidya Baidya (12/18/2015 3:38:00 AM)

    All of her work has helped me through the tough time of my childhood. I am now a better person and can overcome anything. #believetoachieve

  • Wilfred Monteiro (2/17/2014 8:02:00 AM)

    Margaret Atwood's styles so natural....
    it flows from the heart
    to the ink of the pen and
    onto the paper surface

    (that's my attempt at poetry) It encourages wannabe poets like me... to take courage that poetry writing is not so complicated... a view Ms Atwood (a poet with a string of awards) endorses A BIG THANK YOU

  • Indigo Hawkins (2/15/2008 4:51:00 PM)

    She's great with the cleverness and craft, fresh rather than trite. Definitely one of my favs.

  • Jill Paterson (1/16/2007 8:42:00 PM)

    Atwood's poems reveal a raw sense of feminism and wit. She writes freely yet craftily addresses the issues she wishes to broadcast. I really love her cynicism and apparent indifference to appearances and norms. She's radical!

  • Ramanan Piraisoody (11/21/2004 8:21:00 PM)

    In the secular night, seems to be a cynnical poem addressing ones life. It is made apparent there is a sort of deterministic lifestyle, presented to humans 'you start..' almost makes the reader feel as though he has no choice or power over his own actions. Also, the reader feels as though hes all alone, yet since he really has no power over his own actions, his seclusion is inevitable. The poem is a story of life, from start to end and the continuity of life. It starts with the 'secular' which could mean 'from century to century', and ends with the century grinds on... implying an on going cycles of centuries. 'The sensed absence of God and the sensed presence, amount to much the same thing' this poem also addresses Gods role in life, once a person believes he has no power over his own actions, the existence of God is irrelevant. Overall the poem in the secular night, is about life, its assumed ownership over the person, and his inability to do anything about it.

  • Jon Eubank (10/27/2003 1:21:00 AM)

    great poem! ¿

Best Poem of Margaret Atwood

A Sad Child

You're sad because you're sad.
It's psychic. It's the age. It's chemical.
Go see a shrink or take a pill,
or hug your sadness like an eyeless doll
you need to sleep.

Well, all children are sad
but some get over it.
Count your blessings. Better than that,
buy a hat. Buy a coat or pet.
Take up dancing to forget.

Forget what?
Your sadness, your shadow,
whatever it was that was done to you
the day of the lawn party
when you came inside flushed with the sun,
your mouth sulky with sugar,
in your new dress with the ribbon
and the ice-cream ...

Read the full of A Sad Child

More And More

More and more frequently the edges
of me dissolve and I become
a wish to assimilate the world, including
you, if possible through the skin
like a cool plant's tricks with oxygen
and live by a harmless green burning.

I would not consume
you or ever

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