Margaret Atwood Poems

All those times I was bored
out of my mind. Holding the log
while he sawed it. Holding
the string while he measured, boards,
...

Marriage is not
a house or even a tent
...

This is the one song everyone
would like to learn: the song
that is irresistible:
...

I would like to watch you sleeping,
which may not happen.
I would like to watch you,
sleeping. I would like to sleep
...

There is nothing to be afraid of,
it is only the wind
changing to the east, it is only
your father the thunder
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He was the sort of man
who wouldn't hurt a fly.
Many flies are now alive
while he is not.
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My daughter plays on the floor
with plastic letters,
red, blue & hard yellow,
learning how to spell,
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In the burned house I am eating breakfast.
You understand: there is no house, there is no breakfast,
yet here I am.
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This is the lair of the landlady

She is
a raw voice
...

In the secular night you wander around
alone in your house. It's two-thirty.
Everyone has deserted you,
or this is your story;
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