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
eye angel brain
When I work I am pure as an angel tiger and clear is my eye and hot my brain and silent all the whining grunting piglets of the appetites.
dream eye artist
Every artist creates with open eyes what she sees in her dream.
sexy lying eye
We lie in each other's arms eyes shut and fingers open and all the colors of the world pass through our bodies like strings of fire.
strong-women eye justice
A strong woman is a woman at work, cleaning out the cesspool of the ages, and while she shovels, she talks about how she doesn't mind crying, it opens the ducts of the eyes, and throwing up develops the stomach muscles, and she goes on shoveling with tears in her nose.
dream eye moon
I stayed under the moon too long.I am silvered with lust.Dreams flick like minnows through my eyes.My voice is trees tossing in the wind.I loose myself like a flock of blackbirdsstorming into your face.My lightest touch leaves blue prints,bruises on your mind.Desire sandpapers your skinso thin I read the veins and arteriesmaps of routes I will traveltill I lodge in your spine.The night is our fur.We curl inside it licking.
listened listening time
It you want to be listened to, you should put in time listening
american-writer love
Love as if you liked yourself, and it may happen.
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.
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.
children book writing
I did not always know I would be a writer. Until I had a room of my own, I did not write much at all - no more than any other child who read a lot of books. I began to write fiction and poetry when I first had a room that was truly my own with a door that shut and some measure, however fragile, of privacy.
pain loss contradiction
I wrote to make sense out of all the contradictions I experienced and to deal with the pain and loss I was undergoing.
writing sacrifice littles
I wasn't afraid of being poor; I rather took it for granted. I was good at getting by with very little. I couldn't imagine sacrificing my writing to anything else.
horse animal pigs
We may be losing the ability to understand animals who are not pets or horses. We have less contact with them. We don't (most of us) tend to know even cows and pigs, let alone bears or wolverines or red tailed hawks.
writing self guilty
I am a driven writer. I feel guilty if I don't write, not self-indulgent if I do.