Every poet has a certain amount of "stuff." That's what you draw from for imagery. The more stuff you know well, not… — Marge Piercy Copy Share Image
I have no connections here; only gusty collisions, rootless seedlings forced into bloom, that collapse. ... I am the Visiting Poet: a… — Marge Piercy Copy Share Image
One of the best gifts you can give a poet is to present them with field guides - to rocks, to stars,… — Marge Piercy Copy Share Image
With my poems, I finally won even my mother. The longest wooing of my life. — Marge Piercy Copy Share Image
This life is a war we are not yet winning for our daughters' children. Don't do your enemies' work for them. Finish… — Marge Piercy Copy Share Image
I did not always know I would be a writer. Until I had a room of my own, I did not write… — Marge Piercy Copy Share Image
“To Have Without Holding: Learning to love differently is hard, love with the hands wide open, love with the doors banging on… — Marge Piercy Copy Share Image
The mind wraps itself around a poem. It is almost sensual, particularly if you work on a computer. You can turn the… — Marge Piercy Copy Share Image
Now that I am in my forties, she [my mother] tells me I'm beautiful; now that I am in my forties, she… — 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