Poem Hunter
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(18 November 1939 / Ottawa, Ontario)

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Poem By Margaret Atwood

More and more frequently the edges
of me dissolve and I become
a wish to assimilate the world, including
you, if possible through the skin
like a cool plant's tricks with oxygen
and live by a harmless green burning.

I would not consume
you or ever
finish, you would still be there
surrounding me, complete
as the air.

Unfortunately I don't have leaves.
Instead I have eyes
and teeth and other non-green
things which rule out osmosis.

So be careful, I mean it,
I give you fair warning:

This kind of hunger draws
everything into its own
space; nor can we
talk it all over, have a calm
rational discussion.

There is no reason for this, only
a starved dog's logic about bones.

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this poem makes me sad
Two poems in a poem. Very excellently done. nature has its own role to play in igniting love and passion in humans. 'This kind of hunger draws everything into its own space; nor can we'.. that is true. Congrats.
everything under constructed mode slowly green to ripe and withered hungriness in the world instability motion death in the chain of life... recycling more
I found this poem chosen as the modern poem of the poem of the day for second time. Thanks and congratulations.
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