Piercy at eighty-four, writing poems about cats, cooking, marriage, the dead, and her own approaching end with no softening whatsoever. The late work of a poet who has been documenting women lives since the 1960s.
Piercy at eighty-four, writing poems about cats, cooking, marriage, the dead, and her own approaching end with no softening whatsoever. The late work of a poet who has been documenting women lives since the 1960s.
