We seek not rest but transformation. We are dancing through each other as doorways. Marge Piercy More Quotes by Marge Piercy More Quotes From Marge Piercy The work of the world is common as mud. Marge Piercy dust done hands We are trying to live Marge Piercy experiments ifs trying I said, I like my life. If Ihave to give it back, if theytake it from me, let me onlynot feel I wasted any, let menot feel I forgot to love anyoneI meant to love, that I forgotto give what I held in my hands,that I forgot to do some littlepiece of the work that wantedto come through. Marge Piercy said giving hands What a richly colored strong warm coat is woven when love is the warp and work is the woof. Marge Piercy strong work happiness My idea of Hell is to be young again. Marge Piercy hell young ideas Burning dinner is not incompetence but war. Marge Piercy burning dinner war My strength and my weakness are twins in the same womb. Marge Piercy womb weakness twins I mourn in grey, grey as the sleeted wind the bled shades of twilight, gunmetal, battleships, industrial paint. Marge Piercy grief twilight wind Nobody hates us as ourselves. In their minds we're not human... They don't hate us because we did something or said something. They make us stand for an evil they invent and then they want to kill it in us. Marge Piercy hate evil mind Like species, couples die out or evolve. Marge Piercy species evolve couple The pitcher cries for water to carry and a person for work that is real. Marge Piercy business real work All women are misfits. We do not fit into this world without amputations. Marge Piercy amputation men world The powerful don't make revolutions Marge Piercy revolution powerful A new idea is rarely born like Venus attended by graces. More commonly it's modeled of baling wire and acne. More commonly it wheezes and tips over. Marge Piercy grace perfection ideas Doorways are sacred to women for we are the doorways of life and we must choose what comes in and what goes out. Marge Piercy sacred doorways I want to be with people who submerge in the task, who go into the fields to harvest and work in a row and pass the bags along, who are not parlor generals and field deserters but move in a common rhythm when the food must come in or the fire be put out. The work of the world is common as mud. Botched, it smears the hands, crumbles to dust. But the thing worth doing well done has a shape that satisfies, clean and evident. Marge Piercy dust fire moving With my poems, I finally won even my mother. The longest wooing of my life. Marge Piercy wooing mother If what we change does not change us we are playing with blocks. Marge Piercy block ifs doe The people I love the best, jump into work head first without dallying in the shallows. Marge Piercy women people firsts Attention is love, what we must give children, mothers, fathers, pets, our friends, the news, the woes of others. What we want to change we curse and then pick up a tool. Bless whatever you can with eyes and hands and tongue. If you can't bless it, get ready to make it new. Marge Piercy mother father children
