About her childhood in the Canadian wilderness, Margaret Atwood wrote: “On fine days we spent our time turning over rocks to see what was underneath. The most disappointing was nothing. Then, in ascending order, came worms, millipedes, spiders, beetles, ants' nests, toads, snakes, mice, and newts and salamanders. Newts and salamanders were the ultimate; they were extremely rare. Sometimes we just looked, and meditated, and put the rock back. Sometimes we poked things with a stick to see what would happen.”
“People often ask me, ''What's the difference between writing poetry and writing fiction?'' And surely it is this: with a poem, you look, and meditate, and put the rock back. With fiction you poke things with a stick to see what will happen.”
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The Poetry of Margaret Atwood
Roger Fritts
Cedar Lane Unitarian Universalist Church
Bethesda, Maryland
December 2, 2007
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