Who is Margaret Atwood

Websitemargaretatwood.caMargaret Eleanor Atwood[a] (born November 18, 1939) is a Canadian poet, novelist, literary critic, essayist, inventor, teacher and environmental activist. She is known for her works of speculative fiction and a number of adaptations have been made of her work. She has published seventeen books of poetry, sixteen novels, ten books of nonfiction, eight collections of short fiction, eight children's books, and one graphic novel, as well as a number of small press editions of poetry and fiction. Atwood is also the inventor and developer of the LongPen, and associated technologies, which facilitates the remote robotic writing of documents.

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Margaret Atwood Poems

  • A Sad Child
    You're sad because you're sad.
    It's psychic. It's the age. It's chemical.
    Go see a shrink or take a pill,
    or hug your sadness like an eyeless doll...
  • The Moment
    The moment when, after many years
    of hard work and a long voyage
    you stand in the centre of your room,
    house, half-acre, square mile, island, country,...
  • You Fit Into Me
    You fit into me
    like a hook into an eye

    a fish hook...
  • Helen Of Troy Does Countertop Dancing
    The world is full of women
    who'd tell me I should be ashamed of myself
    if they had the chance. Quit dancing.
    Get some self-respect...
  • Bored
    All those times I was bored
    out of my mind. Holding the log
    while he sawed it. Holding
    the string while he measured, boards,...
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Body 12 Time 10 House 7 Head 6 Long 6 Light 6 Water 6 Remember 5 Mouth 5 Red 5

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