More And More Poem by Margaret Atwood

More And More

Rating: 4.0


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
finish, you would still be there
surrounding me, complete
as the air.

Unfortunately I don't have leaves.
Instead I have eyes
and teeth and other non-green
things which rule out osmosis.

So be careful, I mean it,
I give you fair warning:

This kind of hunger draws
everything into its own
space; nor can we
talk it all over, have a calm
rational discussion.

There is no reason for this, only
a starved dog's logic about bones.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
m a r y 24 September 2005

mmm raw and depraved, i like it

3 6 Reply
Oratile Diratsagae 09 May 2018

Nice poem. You tell with love. Peace

1 2 Reply
Bharati Nayak 19 April 2020

The poem has two parts.While reading the first part gave me the impression of a pure love poem.The poem is totally different in its second part- -Perhaps it is all consuming greed that destroys the beauty of earth.or any relationship.

1 2 Reply
Ramesh T A 19 April 2020

Bone of contention is not only for dogs but also for warring men too in the competition for power leading to dogs of war story to read by all to be free from becoming casualties in hospitals unmanageable sure! Thanks for sharing this poem now!

1 1 Reply
I am Rocky 19 April 2020

this poem makes me sad

0 0 Reply
Anil Kumar Panda 19 April 2020

Two poems in a poem. Very excellently done. nature has its own role to play in igniting love and passion in humans. 'This kind of hunger draws everything into its own space; nor can we'.. that is true. Congrats.

0 0 Reply
Mahtab Bangalee 19 April 2020

everything under constructed mode slowly green to ripe and withered hungriness in the world instability motion death in the chain of life... recycling more

0 0 Reply
Kumarmani Mahakul 19 April 2020

I found this poem chosen as the modern poem of the poem of the day for second time. Thanks and congratulations.

0 0 Reply
Dr Antony Theodore 19 April 2020

This kind of hunger draws everything into its own space; nor can we talk it all over, have a calm rational discussion. no reasonable discussion. tony

0 1 Reply
Richard Ponsonby 19 April 2020

I keep asking, doctor of what? Proctology, and Brahmin to whom, the untouchable people who slave while you express your endless meaningless opinions?

0 0 Reply
Close
Error Success