Margaret Atwood
You Fit Into Me by Margaret Atwood

You Fit Into Me by Margaret Atwood

You fit into me like a hook into an eye a fish hook an open eye

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The Moment by Margaret Atwood

The Moment by Margaret Atwood

The moment when, after many years of hard work and a long voyage you stand in the centre of your room, house, half-acre, square mile, island, country, knowing at last how you ...

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This Is A Photograph Of Me by Margaret Atwood

This Is A Photograph Of Me by Margaret Atwood

It was taken some time agoAt first it seems to bea smearedprint: blurred lines and grey flecksblended with the paper;then, as you scanit, you can see something in the left-hand ...

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Is/Not by Margaret Atwood

Is/Not by Margaret Atwood

Love is not a professiongenteel or otherwisesex is not dentistrythe slick filling of aches and cavitiesyou are not my doctoryou are not my cure,nobody has thatpower, you are ...

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A Visit by Margaret Atwood

A Visit by Margaret Atwood

Gone are the dayswhen you could walk on water.When you could walk.The days are gone.Only one day remains,the one you're in.The memory is no friend.It can only tell youwhat you no ...

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Morning In The Burned House by Margaret Atwood

Morning In The Burned House by Margaret Atwood

In the burned house I am eating breakfast.You understand: there is no house, there is no breakfast,yet here I am.The spoon which was melted scrapes against the bowl which was ...

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The Landlady by Margaret Atwood

The Landlady by Margaret Atwood

This is the lair of the landladyShe isa raw voiceloose in the rooms beneath me.the continuous henyardsquabble going on belowthought in this house likethe bicker of blood through ...

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Flying Inside Your Own Body by Margaret Atwood

Flying Inside Your Own Body by Margaret Atwood

Your lungs fill & spread themselves,wings of pink blood, and your bonesempty themselves and become hollow.When you breathe in you’ll lift like a balloonand your heart is light too ...

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Helen Of Troy Does Countertop Dancing by Margaret Atwood

Helen Of Troy Does Countertop Dancing by Margaret Atwood

The world is full of womenwho'd tell me I should be ashamed of myselfif they had the chance. Quit dancing.Get some self-respectand a day job.Right. And minimum wage,and varicose ...

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A Sad Child by Margaret Atwood

A Sad Child by Margaret Atwood

You're sad because you're sad.It's psychic. It's the age. It's chemical.Go see a shrink or take a pill,or hug your sadness like an eyeless dollyou need to sleep.Well, all children ...

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In The Secular Night by Margaret Atwood

In The Secular Night by Margaret Atwood

In the secular night you wander aroundalone in your house. It's two-thirty.Everyone has deserted you,or this is your story;you remember it from being sixteen,when the others were ...

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Bored by Margaret Atwood

Bored by Margaret Atwood

All those times I was boredout of my mind. Holding the logwhile he sawed it. Holdingthe string while he measured, boards,distances between things, or poundedstakes into the ground ...

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Spelling by Margaret Atwood

Spelling by Margaret Atwood

My daughter plays on the floorwith plastic letters,red, blue & hard yellow,learning how to spell,spelling,how to make spells.I wonder how many womendenied themselves ...

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Provisions by Margaret Atwood

Provisions by Margaret Atwood

What should we have takenwith us? We never could decideon that; or what to wear,or at what time ofyear we should make the journeySo here we are in thinraincoats and rubber bootsOn ...

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The Rest by Margaret Atwood

The Rest by Margaret Atwood

The rest of us watch from beyond the fenceas the woman moves with her jagged strideinto her pain as if into a slow race.We see her body in motionbut hear no sounds, or we ...

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Sekhmet, The Lion-Headed Goddess Of War by Margaret Atwood

Sekhmet, The Lion-Headed Goddess Of War by Margaret Atwood

He was the sort of manwho wouldn't hurt a fly.Many flies are now alivewhile he is not.He was not my patron.He preferred full granaries, I battle.My roar meant slaughter.Yet here ...

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The Shadow Voice by Margaret Atwood

The Shadow Voice by Margaret Atwood

My shadow said to me: what is the matterIsn't the moon warmenough for youwhy do you needthe blanket of another bodyWhose kiss is mossAround the picnic tablesThe bright pink hands ...

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More And More by Margaret Atwood

More And More by Margaret Atwood

More and more frequently the edgesof me dissolve and I becomea wish to assimilate the world, includingyou, if possible through the skinlike a cool plant's tricks with oxygenand ...

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Night Poem by Margaret Atwood

Night Poem by Margaret Atwood

There is nothing to be afraid of,it is only the windchanging to the east, it is onlyyour father the thunderyour mother the rainIn this country of waterwith its beige moon damp as ...

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Postcards by Margaret Atwood

Postcards by Margaret Atwood

I'm thinking about you. What else can I say?The palm trees on the reverseare a delusion; so is the pink sand.What we have are the usualfractured coke bottles and the smellof ...

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Variations On The Word Love by Margaret Atwood

Variations On The Word Love by Margaret Atwood

This is a word we use to plugholes with. It's the right size for those warmblanks in speech, for those red heart-shaped vacancies on the page that look nothinglike real hearts. ...

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Habitation by Margaret Atwood

Habitation by Margaret Atwood

Marriage is nota house or even a tentit is before that, and colder:the edge of the forest, the edgeof the desert the unpainted stairs at the back where we squat outside, eating ...

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The City Planners by Margaret Atwood

The City Planners by Margaret Atwood

Cruising these residential Sundaystreets in dry August sunlight:what offends us isthe sanities:the houses in pedantic rows, the plantedsanitary trees, assertlevelness of surface ...

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Variation On The Word Sleep by Margaret Atwood

Variation On The Word Sleep by Margaret Atwood

I would like to watch you sleeping,which may not happen.I would like to watch you,sleeping. I would like to sleepwith you, to enteryour sleep as its smooth dark waveslides over my ...

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Siren Song by Margaret Atwood

Siren Song by Margaret Atwood

This is the one song everyonewould like to learn: the songthat is irresistible:the song that forces mento leap overboard in squadronseven though they see beached skullsthe song ...

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Backdropp Addresses Cowboy by Margaret Atwood

Backdropp Addresses Cowboy by Margaret Atwood

Starspangled cowboy sauntering out of the almost-silly West, on your face a porcelain grin, tugging a papier-mache cactus on wheels behind you with a string, you are innocent as a ...

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The Circle Game by Margaret Atwood

The Circle Game by Margaret Atwood

The children on the lawnjoined hand to handgo round and roundeach arm going intothe next arm, aroundfull circleuntil it comesback into each of the singlebodies againThey are ...

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Death of a Young Son by Drowning by Margaret Atwood

Death of a Young Son by Drowning by Margaret Atwood

He, who navigated with successthe dangerous river of his own birthonce more set forthon a voyage of discoveryinto the land I floated onbut could not touch to claim. His feet slid ...

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February by Margaret Atwood

February by Margaret Atwood

Winter. Time to eat fatand watch hockey. In the pewter mornings, the cat, a black fur sausage with yellowHoudini eyes, jumps up on the bed and tries to get onto my head. It's ...

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