The work of the world is common as mud. Botched, it smears the hands, crumbles to dust. But the thing worth doing… — Marge Piercy Copy Share Image
Learning to love differently is hard, love with the hands wide open, love with the doors banging on their hinges, the cupboard… — Marge Piercy Copy Share Image
I said, I like my life. If Ihave to give it back, if theytake it from me, let me onlynot feel I… — Marge Piercy Copy Share Image
Purple as tulips in May, mauve into lush velvet, purple as the stain blackberries leave on the lips, on the hands, the… — Marge Piercy Copy Share Image
Attention is love, what we must give children, mothers, fathers, pets, our friends, the news, the woes of others. What we want… — Marge Piercy Copy Share Image
I want to be with people who submerge in the task, who go into the fields to harvest and work in a… — Marge Piercy Copy Share Image
The anger of the weak never goes away, Professor, it just gets a little moldy. It molds like a beautiful blue cheese in the… — Marge Piercy Copy Share Image
“The people I love the best jump into work head first without dallying in the shallows and swim off with sure strokes almost out… — Marge Piercy Copy Share Image
Every poet has a certain amount of "stuff." That's what you draw from for imagery. The more stuff you know well, not simply intellectually… — Marge Piercy Copy Share Image
the body is simple as a turtle / and straight as a dog: / the body cannot lie. — Marge Piercy Copy Share Image
We must shine with hope, stained glass windows that shape light into icons, glow like lanterns borne before a procession. Who can bear hope… — Marge Piercy Copy Share Image
Remember that every son had a mother whose beloved son he was, and every woman had a mother whose beloved son she wasn't. — Marge Piercy Copy Share Image
We live in a media soup and are constantly being programmed or are fighting that programming. Thus any truthful account of a life, every… — Marge Piercy Copy Share Image
The moon is always female and so am I although often in the vale of razorblades I have wished I could put on and… — Marge Piercy Copy Share Image
Sometimes when a character in a novel is difficult for me to enter, I sue something in myself or in my own life as… — Marge Piercy Copy Share Image
Doorways are sacred to women for we are the doorways of life and we must choose what comes in and what goes out. — Marge Piercy Copy Share Image
