As poet Marge Piercy sees it, we are bus station waiting rooms through which people pass, each leaving an imprint.
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Tag Archives: Marge Piercy
We Are Waiting Rooms at Bus Stations
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Let My Words Turn into Sparks
In this Marge Piercy Rosh Hashanah poem, the poet asks how she has contributed to peace.
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Walking the Road of Shards, Hands Joined
Marge Piercy’s poem about Naomi and Ruth’s emphasizes the power of female bonding.
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I Carry You in Me Like an Embryo
Marge Piercy’s mother died during Hanukkah and the poet uses the season to reflect upon their contentious relationship.
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