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The Hunger Moon: New and Selected Poems, 1980-2010 Paperback – Deckle Edge, November 20, 2012
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MARGE PIERCY is the author of eighteen collections of poetry; a memoir, Sleeping with Cats; and seventeen novels, most recently Sex Wars. Her work has been translated into nineteen languages. In 1990 she won the Golden Rose, the oldest poetry award in the country. With her husband, the novelist Ira Wood, she has written a play, a novel, and most recently the second edition of So You Want to Write: How to Master the Craft of Fiction and Memoir.
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I love the poem about a collection of buttons in a tin. Just like the ones I have from my grandmothers sewing machine.
I carried them from my mother's
sewing table, a wise legacy
not only practical but better
able than fading snapshots
to conjure buried seasons.
Apple sauce for Eve
Those old daddies cursed you and us in you,
damned for your curiosity:for your sin
was wanting knowledge. To try, to taste,
to take into the body, into the brain
and turn each thing, each sign, each factoid
round and round as new facets glint and white
fractures into colors and the image breaks
into crystal fragments that pierce the nerves
while the brain casts the chips into patterns.
Each experiment sticks a finger deep in the pie
dares existence, blows a horn in the ear
of belief, lets the nasty and difficult brats
of real questions into the still air
of the desiccated parlor of stasis.
What we all know to be true, constant,
melts like frost landscapes on a window
in a jet of steam. How many last words
in how many dead languages would translate into,
But what happens if I, and Whoops!
I bought copies of this book as gifts for two women who I hope will also be moved and challenged by this work of poetry.