It's no mystery that the tarot provides a deep well of inspiration for artists, poets, and everyday dreamers. Its rich depiction of universal symbols, metaphors, and allegories provides endless poetic discoveries. Over the next few posts, I would like to share with you lovely readers and seekers excerpts of poetry by Marge Piercy, first published in New: American and Canadian Poetry, Fall of 1972. This extremely rare journal published a collection of her poems inspired directly from tarot. I am happy to share with you some of my favorite excerpts, enjoy! -Alana
from THE AIM, THE BEST THAT CAN BE HOPED FOR: The magician
Fusion is miracle and there is no other way, it is necessary.
Every new age is unbelievable beforehand and after, inevitable.
History is a game played backwards only.
I fling my eyes into the maw of the sun.
With all our strength, we thrust into fierce light.
We are yearning like frogs bulging our throats in the
And croaking harsh and ridiculous spasms of hope.
I tell you, roses want to bloom out of the wood,
The goodness in people wants to break free of the blind ego.
Birth is a miracle in every germinating seed.