Marge Piercy Poems
|41.||Implications Of One Plus One||1/3/2003|
|44.||What Are Big Girls Made Of?||1/3/2003|
|45.||Colors Passing Through Us||1/3/2003|
|46.||To Be Of Use||1/3/2003|
|47.||A Work Of Artifice||1/3/2003|
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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
A Work Of Artifice
The bonsai tree
in the attractive pot
could have grown eighty feet tall
on the side of a mountain
till split by lightning.
But a gardener
carefully pruned it.
It is nine inches high.
Every day as he