Poems by Margaret Atwood
A Sad Child
... under a blanket or burning car,and the red flame is seeping out of you ...
The Moment
... and say, I own this,is the same moment when the trees unloose ...
Helen of Troy Does Countertop Dancing
... I understand floods and earthquakes, and the urge ...
More and More
... I give you fair warning:This kind of hunger draws ...
Is/Not
... power, you are merely a fellow/travellerGive up this medical concern, ...
Morning in the Burned House
... as I sit at this morning table, alone and happy,bare child's feet on the scorched floorboards ...
Flying Inside Your Own Body
... the suns a hot copper weight pressing straight ...
The Shadow Voice
... The bright pink hands held sandwiches ...
The Landlady
... her, my senses are cluttered by perception ...
Sekhmet, the Lion-headed Goddess of War
... and pick your soul up gently by the nape of the neck ...
Backdropp Addresses Cowboy
... you ride towards, the thing you can never lasso ...
The City Planners
... the sanities: the houses in pedantic rows, the planted ...
Provisions
... bber bootsOn the disastrous ice, the wind risingNothing in our pocketsBut a pencil stub, two oranges ...
The circle game
... has one. There are people in the next room ...
The animals in that country
... the fox run politely to earth, the huntsmen ...
