By Margaret Atwood
Now I shall ornament you.
What would you like?
Baroque scrolls on your ankles?
A silver navel?
I am the universal weaver;
I have eight fingers.
I complicate you;
I surround you with intricate ropes.
What web shall I wrap you in?
Gradually I pin you down.
What equation shall
I carve and seal in your skull?
What size will I make you?
Where should I put your eyes?
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Speeches For Doctor Frankenstein
PoetryIn 1966, before they were international sensations, Margaret Atwood and Charles Pachter teamed up to create Speeches for Doctor Frankenstein — now a unique piece of cultural history. In a book that has only existed as an artist book of fifteen cop...
