My Mother Dwindles My mother dwindles and dwindles and lives and lives. Her strong heart drives her as heedless as an engine through one night after another. Everyone says, This can’t go on, but it does. It’s like watching someone… Read More ›
Margaret Atwood
Poem of the Week: Bored by Margaret Atwood
Bored All those times I was bored out of my mind. Holding the log while he sawed it. Holding the string while he measured, boards, distances between things, or pounded stakes into the ground for rows and rows of lettuces… Read More ›
Original Poem: Variation on “Variation on the Word Sleep”
Variation on “Variation of the Word Sleep” Another one from the archives. I wrote this in high school after one of my teachers introduced us to Margaret Atwood’s poem. I loved this teacher and the fact that she loved poetry…. Read More ›
Poem of the Week: The Moment by Margaret Atwood
The Moment The moment when, after many yearsof hard work and a long voyageyou stand in the centre of your room,house, half-acre, square mile, island, country,knowing at last how you got there,and say, I own this, is the same moment… Read More ›
Poem of the Week: Variation on the Word Sleep by Margaret Atwood
Variation on the Word Sleep I would like to watch you sleeping, which may not happen. I would like to watch you, sleeping. I would like to sleep with you, to enter your sleep as its smooth dark wave slides… Read More ›
