Marge Piercy
Marge Piercy
Marge Piercyis an American poet, novelist, and social activist. Piercy is the author of Woman on the Edge of Time; He, She and It, which won the 1993 Arthur C. Clarke Award; and Gone to Soldiers, a New York Times Best Seller and sweeping historical novel set during World War II...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth31 March 1936
CountryUnited States of America
listened listening time
It you want to be listened to, you should put in time listening
finish life war winning work
This life is a war we are not yet winning for our daughters' children./ Don't do your enemies' work for them./ Finish your own.
long growth digging
Live as if you liked yourself, and it may happen: reach out, keep reaching out, keep bringing in. This is how we are going to live for a long time: not always, for every gardener knows that after the digging, after the planting, after the long season of tending and growth, the harvest comes.
listening want should
If you want to be listened to, you should put in time listening.
trying experiments ifs
We are trying to live as if we were an experiment conducted by the future
hands giving said
I said, I like my life. If Ihave to give it back, if theytake it from me, let me onlynot feel I wasted any, let menot feel I forgot to love anyoneI meant to love, that I forgotto give what I held in my hands,that I forgot to do some littlepiece of the work that wantedto come through.
spring sleep waiting
Hope sleeps in our bones like a bear waiting for spring to rise and walk.
loyalty party political
The incidence of violent brand-loyalty to one's own current dogma has risen.
yams brass curry
In her bottled up is a woman peppery as curry, a yam of a woman of butter and brass,
time connections made
Connections are made slowly, sometimes they grow underground.
sleep cat people
Sleeping together is a euphemism for people, but tantamount to marriage with cats.
mistake good-friend thinking
Looking at my life was very difficult. I think I learned that I haven't been as good a person as I'm inclined to think of myself as. I haven't been as good friend, haven't been as good a person, made a lot of mistakes.
night anxiety scared
Where I came from, the nights I had wandered and survived scared them, and where I would go they never imagined.
hands dust done
The work of the world is common as mud. Botched, it smears the hands, crumbles to dust. But the thing worth doing well done has a shape that satisfies, clean and evident.