Margaret Atwood

(18 November 1939 / Ottawa, Ontario)

More And More - Poem by Margaret Atwood

More and more frequently the edges
of me dissolve and I become
a wish to assimilate the world, including
you, if possible through the skin
like a cool plant's tricks with oxygen
and live by a harmless green burning.

I would not consume
you or ever
finish, you would still be there
surrounding me, complete
as the air.

Unfortunately I don't have leaves.
Instead I have eyes
and teeth and other non-green
things which rule out osmosis.

So be careful, I mean it,
I give you fair warning:

This kind of hunger draws
everything into its own
space; nor can we
talk it all over, have a calm
rational discussion.

There is no reason for this, only
a starved dog's logic about bones.


Comments about More And More by Margaret Atwood

  • Rookie m a r y (9/24/2005 9:04:00 AM)

    mmm raw and depraved, i like it (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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