Treasure Island

Margaret Atwood

(18 November 1939 / Ottawa, Ontario)

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  • Wilfred Monteiro (2/17/2014 8:02:00 AM)

    Margaret Atwood's styles so natural....
    it flows from the heart
    to the ink of the pen and
    onto the paper surface

    (that's my attempt at poetry) It encourages wannabe poets like me... to take courage that poetry writing is not so complicated... a view Ms Atwood (a poet with a string of awards) endorses A BIG THANK YOU

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  • Indigo Hawkins (2/15/2008 4:51:00 PM)

    She's great with the cleverness and craft, fresh rather than trite. Definitely one of my favs.

  • Jill Paterson (1/16/2007 8:42:00 PM)

    Atwood's poems reveal a raw sense of feminism and wit. She writes freely yet craftily addresses the issues she wishes to broadcast. I really love her cynicism and apparent indifference to appearances and norms. She's radical!

  • Ramanan Piraisoody (11/21/2004 8:21:00 PM)

    In the secular night, seems to be a cynnical poem addressing ones life. It is made apparent there is a sort of deterministic lifestyle, presented to humans 'you took..you say..you start..' almost makes the reader feel as though he has no choice or power over his own actions. Also, the reader feels as though hes all alone, yet since he really has no power over his own actions, his seclusion is inevitable. The poem is a story of life, from start to end and the continuity of life. It starts with the 'secular' which could mean 'from century to century', and ends with the century grinds on... implying an on going cycles of centuries. 'The sensed absence of God and the sensed presence, amount to much the same thing' this poem also addresses Gods role in life, once a person believes he has no power over his own actions, the existence of God is irrelevant. Overall the poem in the secular night, is about life, its assumed ownership over the person, and his inability to do anything about it.

  • Jon Eubank (10/27/2003 1:21:00 AM)

    great poem! ¿

The Rest

The rest of us watch from beyond the fence
as the woman moves with her jagged stride
into her pain as if into a slow race.
We see her body in motion
but hear no sounds, or we hear
sounds but no language; or we know
it is not a language we know
yet. We can see her clearly
but for her it is running in black smoke.

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