Poems by Margaret Atwood
You Fit Into Me
... like a hook into an eye ...
Siren Song
... looking picturesque and mythicalwith these two faethery maniacs, ...
This Is A Photograph Of Me
... on light is a distortionbut if you look long enough, ...
Spelling
... *At the point where language falls away ...
Night Poem
... with red wool, with our tears and distant whispers ...
You Begin
... This is your hand, these are my hands, this is the world, ...
Bored
... at the whorled texture of his square finger, earth under ...
You Take My Hand
... you climb through the wrong windowsOther people are leaving ...
A Visit
... and is made of sunlight,the forest made of shadows ...
Variation On The Word Sleep
... towards your worst fearI would like to give you the silver ...
Habitation
... a house or even a tent it is before that, and colder: The edge of the forest, the edge ...
In The Secular Night
... and then danced, by yourself, your mouth circled with purple ...
The Rest
... and the grasses light up with forgiveness, ...
Postcards
... Love comes in waves like the ocean, a sickness which goes on ...
Variations on the Word Love
... shaped vacancies on the page that look nothing ...
