Margaret Atwood

(18 November 1939 / Ottawa, Ontario)

The City Planners - Poem by Margaret Atwood

Cruising these residential Sunday
streets in dry August sunlight:
what offends us is
the sanities:
the houses in pedantic rows, the planted
sanitary trees, assert
levelness of surface like a rebuke
to the dent in our car door.
No shouting here, or
shatter of glass; nothing more abrupt
than the rational whine of a power mower
cutting a straight swath in the discouraged grass.

But though the driveways neatly
sidestep hysteria
by being even, the roofs all display
the same slant of avoidance to the hot sky,
certain things:
the smell of spilled oil a faint
sickness lingering in the garages,
a splash of paint on brick surprising as a bruise,
a plastic hose poised in a vicious
coil; even the too-fixed stare of the wide windows


give momentary access to
the landscape behind or under
the future cracks in the plaster


when the houses, capsized, will slide
obliquely into the clay seas, gradual as glaciers
that right now nobody notices.


That is where the City Planners
with the insane faces of political conspirators
are scattered over unsurveyed
territories, concealed from each other,
each in his own private blizzard;


guessing directions, they sketch
transitory lines rigid as wooden borders
on a wall in the white vanishing air


tracing the panic of suburb
order in a bland madness of snows


Comments about The City Planners by Margaret Atwood

  • (5/2/2018 2:54:00 AM)


    After reading a few of Margaret Atwood's 'poems', I see that they are not poems. At best they are poetic prose. This is like so much of what is called poetry since the 20th century. I attended a poetry slam recently and I doubt if there were any poems. Perhaps one or two, but my attention strayed. And one poor soul, I thought, how sad that he memorised his said 'poem' as he spouted it with a rap style voice. (Report) Reply

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  • (2/15/2018 1:22:00 PM)


    this poem is the worst thing i have ever read. (Report) Reply

  • (1/24/2008 10:24:00 AM)


    hey i thought it was a good poem. (Report) Reply

  • (1/17/2008 10:22:00 AM)


    hi good day to meet you (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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