Poems by Margaret Atwood
Rat Song
... I don’t stick around to be slaughtered ...
February
... not yet a capon, has been spraying our front door, ...
They are hostile nations
... take warning, we should forgive each other ...
Pig Song
... Meanwhile I have the sky, which is only half ...
Backdrop addresses cowboy
... you ride towards, the thing you can never lasso ...
They eat out
... they cannot decide if you are a new weapon ...
Marrying the Hangman
... This is not fantasy, it is history, there is more than one hangman ...
The Loneliness of the Military Historian
... (The angels could just as well be described as vulgar ...
Daguerreotype Taken in Old Age
... I know I changehave changedbut whose is this vapid facepitted and vast, rotundsuspended in empty paperas though in a telescopethe granular moonI rise from my chairpulling against gravityI turn awayand go out into the gardenI revolve among the vegetables,my head ponderousreflecting the sunin shadows from the pocked ravinescut in my cheeks, my eye-sockets 2 cratersamong the pathsI orbitthe apple treeswhite white spinningstars around meI am beingeaten away by light ...
The Explorers
... ve missed ituntil now)Already their boats draw near,their flags flutter,their oars push at the water ...
Flowers
... rden I will no longer have by then,and put them beside my dying father,hoping I could still save him ...
Heart Test with an Echo Chamber
... g, out with mealong the tiled corridorsinto the rest of the world,which thinks it is opaque and hard ...
My Mother Dwindles ...
... you'd saythe moon shines through her ribsand no one's steering,yet she can't be said to be drifting ...
Notes towards a Poem that can never be Written
... his poem must be writtenas if you are already dead,as if nothing more can be doneor said to save you ...
Postcard
... he ocean, a sickness which goes on& on, a hollow cavein the head, filling and pounding, a kicked ear ...
