Marge Piercy

(March 31, 1936 / Detroit, Michigan)

Marge Piercy Poems

1. Rape Poem 4/17/2015
2. The cup of Eliyahu 12/1/2015
3. To have without holding 2/5/2018
4. Toad dreams 2/5/2018
5. Visiting a dead man on a summer day 2/5/2018
6. The seder's order 2/5/2018
7. Some things return in spring 2/5/2018
8. The Air Smelled Dirty 2/5/2018
9. The birthday of the world 2/5/2018
10. The cat's song 2/5/2018
11. The cup of Eliyahu 2/5/2018
12. The friend 2/5/2018
13. Ne'ilah 2/5/2018
14. Season of skinny candles 2/5/2018
15. To be of use 2/5/2018
16. The Secretary Chant 5/13/2015
17. My mother's body 2/5/2018
18. Maggid 2/5/2018
19. Interspecies 2/5/2018
20. The Birthday Of The World 3/17/2015
21. More Than Enough 2/5/2018
22. Fox in the morning 2/5/2018
23. First Time 2/5/2018
24. For the young who want to 2/5/2018
25. Doors opening, closing on us 2/5/2018
26. Colors passing through us 2/5/2018
27. The late year 2/5/2018
28. Visiting A Dead Man On A Summer Day 1/3/2003
29. Toad Dreams 1/3/2003
30. Traveling Dream 1/3/2003
31. The Neighbor 1/3/2003
32. To The Pay Toilet 1/20/2003
33. Winter Promises 1/3/2003
34. The Morning Half-Life Blues 1/1/2004
35. The Cat's Song 1/3/2003
36. The Woman In The Ordinary 1/3/2003
37. Attack Of The Squash People 1/3/2003
38. Always Unsuitable 1/3/2003
39. My Mother's Body 1/3/2003
40. For The Young Who Want To 1/3/2003

Comments about Marge Piercy

  • Bri Edwards Bri Edwards (11/15/2018 2:28:00 PM)

    i just read Marge's Barbie Doll. i found it to be a fantastic write. it's about how people are treated and how they may react when they are NOT 'picture-perfect' [women] as portrayed on covers (and in centerfolds) of magazines, in TV ads, and on couter runways.

    bri (:

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  • Sandra Gloystein Sandra Gloystein (11/5/2017 3:58:00 AM)

    This blew me away. I stumbled upon this by sheer luck.
    Thank you for sharing this.

  • Isaac Halberstadt Isaac Halberstadt (8/12/2017 11:57:00 AM)

    I came across her work quite by accident while scanning the shelves of a dusty old book store, I was intrigued by the title, 'The Moon is Always Female'. I took it down and was further intrigued by the cover, a painting of the moon being Eclipsed by a grinning, green-eyed Cheshire Cat. I opened it up at random and was intrigued further still by the poem titled 'For Strong Women'. I read the poem, and was hooked for life.
    Marge Peircy's poetry breathes a sensitive femininity which is calloused with hard-won respect and gritty with the determination to make a better world through her words and experiences. She is not afraid to show her cuts bruises, nor is she afraid to cut and bruise the reader in return with her dagger-sharp words and inescapable imagery that barrels down on you like a freight train. To read her works is to be made very small and very strong, all at the same time.

  • Rachael Brennan (6/22/2015 2:39:00 PM)

    Marge Piercy has been my all time favourite poet for several decades now. And she still impresses me.

  • p.a. noushad p.a. noushad (5/10/2015 2:15:00 AM)

    Dear Marge Piercy, I like your verses.

  • Chano Leal (11/18/2012 2:40:00 PM)

    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.

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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Toad Dreams

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

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