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Margaret Atwood Poetry

Here are some Margaret Atwood poems on Commaful, including titles such as "Morning in the Burned House by Margaret Atwood."
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Morning in the Burned Hous...
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4 years ago
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In the burned house I am eating breakfast. You understand: there is no house, there is no breakfast,

Is/Not by Margaret Atwood
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4 years ago
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Love is not a profession genteel or otherwise

More and More by Margaret ...
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4 years ago
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More and more frequently the edges of me dissolve and I become

Provisions by Margaret Atw...
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4 years ago
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What should we have taken with us? We never could decide

Flying Inside Your Own Bod...
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4 years ago
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Your lungs fill & spread themselves, wings of pink blood, and your bones

Sekhmet, the Lion-headed G...
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4 years ago
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He was the sort of man who wouldn't hurt a fly.

A Visit by Margaret Atwood
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4 years ago
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Gone are the days when you could walk on water.

You Fit Into Me by Margare...
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4 years ago
3
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You fit into me like a hook into an eye

Habitation by Margaret Atw...
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4 years ago
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Marriage is not a house or even a tent

Helen of Troy Does Counter...
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4 years ago
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The world is full of women who'd tell me I should be ashamed of myself

The Landlady by Margaret A...
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4 years ago
3
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This is the lair of the landlady She is

The City Planners by Marga...
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4 years ago
3
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Cruising these residential Sunday streets in dry August sunlight:

The Rest by Margaret Atwoo...
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4 years ago
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The rest of us watch from beyond the fence as the woman moves with her jagged stride

Siren Song by Margaret Atw...
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4 years ago
2
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This is the one song everyone would like to learn: the song

The Shadow Voice by Margar...
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4 years ago
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My shadow said to me: what is the matter

Variations on the Word Lov...
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4 years ago
2
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This is a word we use to plug holes with. It's the right size for those warm

Postcards by Margaret Atwo...
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4 years ago
2
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I'm thinking about you. What else can I say? The palm trees on the reverse

A Sad Child by Margaret At...
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4 years ago
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You're sad because you're sad. It's psychic. It's the age. It's chemical.

Backdropp Addresses Cowboy...
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4 years ago
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Starspangled cowboy sauntering out of the almost-

In The Secular Night by Ma...
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4 years ago
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In the secular night you wander around alone in your house. It's two-thirty.

Morning in the Burned Hous...
classicpoet Gifted Writer
4 years ago
16
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In the burned house I am eating breakfast. You understand: there is no house, there is no breakfast,

Is/Not by Margaret Atwood
classicpoet Gifted Writer
4 years ago
16
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0
Love is not a profession genteel or otherwise

More and More by Margaret ...
classicpoet Gifted Writer
4 years ago
14
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0
More and more frequently the edges of me dissolve and I become

Provisions by Margaret Atw...
classicpoet Gifted Writer
4 years ago
13
0
0
What should we have taken with us? We never could decide

Flying Inside Your Own Bod...
classicpoet Gifted Writer
4 years ago
10
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0
Your lungs fill & spread themselves, wings of pink blood, and your bones

Sekhmet, the Lion-headed G...
classicpoet Gifted Writer
4 years ago
3
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0
He was the sort of man who wouldn't hurt a fly.

A Visit by Margaret Atwood
classicpoet Gifted Writer
4 years ago
3
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0
Gone are the days when you could walk on water.

You Fit Into Me by Margare...
classicpoet Gifted Writer
4 years ago
3
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0
You fit into me like a hook into an eye

Habitation by Margaret Atw...
classicpoet Gifted Writer
4 years ago
3
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0
Marriage is not a house or even a tent

Helen of Troy Does Counter...
classicpoet Gifted Writer
4 years ago
3
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The world is full of women who'd tell me I should be ashamed of myself

The Landlady by Margaret A...
classicpoet Gifted Writer
4 years ago
3
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0
This is the lair of the landlady She is

The City Planners by Marga...
classicpoet Gifted Writer
4 years ago
3
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1
Cruising these residential Sunday streets in dry August sunlight:

The Rest by Margaret Atwoo...
classicpoet Gifted Writer
4 years ago
2
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0
The rest of us watch from beyond the fence as the woman moves with her jagged stride

Siren Song by Margaret Atw...
classicpoet Gifted Writer
4 years ago
2
0
0
This is the one song everyone would like to learn: the song

The Shadow Voice by Margar...
classicpoet Gifted Writer
4 years ago
2
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0
My shadow said to me: what is the matter

Variations on the Word Lov...
classicpoet Gifted Writer
4 years ago
2
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This is a word we use to plug holes with. It's the right size for those warm

Postcards by Margaret Atwo...
classicpoet Gifted Writer
4 years ago
2
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0
I'm thinking about you. What else can I say? The palm trees on the reverse

A Sad Child by Margaret At...
classicpoet Gifted Writer
4 years ago
1
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0
You're sad because you're sad. It's psychic. It's the age. It's chemical.

Backdropp Addresses Cowboy...
classicpoet Gifted Writer
4 years ago
1
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0
Starspangled cowboy sauntering out of the almost-

In The Secular Night by Ma...
classicpoet Gifted Writer
4 years ago
1
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In the secular night you wander around alone in your house. It's two-thirty.