Thursday, January 1, 2004

The Morning Half-Life Blues Comments

Rating: 2.9

Girls buck the wind in the grooves toward work
in fuzzy coats promised to be warm as fur.
The shop windows snicker
flashing them hurrying over dresses they cannot afford:
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Marge Piercy
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Susan Williams 26 May 2018

My second poem by her and I am so not disappointed. She has voice- -a very special and original voice and she has something worthwhile to say with it. Not a shy little thing at all! ! !

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Colleen Courtney 18 May 2014

An interesting poem but I'm thinking not one of my favorites so far.

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Dawn Fuzan 13 May 2014

Marge This is a good poem, keep it up

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Marge Piercy

Marge Piercy

Detroit, Michigan
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