Share this poet:
Marge Piercy
|
 |
|
Marge Piercy Poems
- Barbie Doll This girlchild was born as usual and presented ...
- To Be Of Use The people I love the best jump into work head ...
- A Work Of Artifice The bonsai tree in the attractive ...
- What Are Big Girls Made Of? The construction of a woman: a ...
- Colors Passing Through Us Purple as tulips in May, mauve ...
- The Friend We sat across the table. he said, cut off your ...
- For The Young Who Want To Talent is what they say you have ...
an American poet, novelist, and social activist. She is the author of the New York Times bestseller Gone to Soldiers, a sweeping historical novel set during World War II.
Piercy was born in Detroit, Michigan, to a family deeply affected by the Great Depression. She was the first in her family to attend college, studying at the University of Michigan. Winning a Hopwood Award for Poetry and Fiction (1957) enabled her to finish college and spend some time in France, and her formal schooling ended with an M.A. from Northwestern University. Her first book of poems, Breaking Camp, was published in 1968.
An indifferent student in her early years, Piercy developed a love of ... more »
Click here to add this poet to your My Favorite Poets.
Quotations
more quotations »-
''She never felt much in common with gay men; it was like telling her she ought to feel empathy with child molesters because they were both defined by the law as sexual deviants.''
Marge Piercy (b. 1936), U.S. poet, novelist. The High Cost of Living, ch. 3 (1978). Referring to the character Leslie.
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...
Marge Piercy has been my all time favourite poet for several decades now. And she still impresses me.
Dear Marge Piercy, I like your verses.
A STORY RESOUNDING OF A WOMAN WITH THUNDEROUS THIGHS
THUD, THUD, GARGANUTIOUS PLIGHT
ALAS SHE CARRIED A LARGE BULBOUS NOSE
MARGE, TRULY APPRECIATIVE OF THY PROSE.