Comment 1 of 1, added on April 7th, 2006 at 8:03 PM.
I am a huge Marge Piercy fan. This poem is filled with the complexity of
the mother/daughter relationship. I love the individual 3 poems within the
poem and the last stanza is a perfect summation of struggle and peace
within a storm:
"This body is your body, ashes now
and roses, but alive in my eyes, my breasts,
my throat, my thighs. You run in me
a tang of salt in the creek waters of my blood,
you sing in my mind like wine. What you
did not dare in your life you dare in mine."
The line you sing in my mind like wine is so deafening to me it makes the
entire poem clear. I hope everyone who reads this takes away as much as I
Lisa Albright Ratnavira
from United States