Yellow as a goat's wise and wicked eyes, yellow as a hill of daffodils, yellow as dandelions by the highway, yellow as butter and egg yolks, yellow as a school bus stopping you, yellow as a slicker in a downpour

Every poem, Piercy gives the readers a color, "like a new flower in a bud vase" (her metaphors), on your desk. Every day "she paints us" (word play), with yellows (repetition, sound), "the purple of ripe grapes" (alliteration). She is using her poetry to bring change, emotional, intellectual, perhaps social and political. This is her way to bring life, to change life as in "Rising in perilous hope":

What words can I say that will catch in your mind like burrs, chiggers that burrow?

If my touch could heal, I would lay my hands on your bent head and bellow prayers.

If my words could change the weather or the government or the way the world twists and guts us, fast or slow, what could I do but what I do now?

I fit words together and say them;...

"Composition of Poetry: Meaningful Soul Poem." Website Retrieved December 1, 2006. http://www.buzzle.com/editorials/1-25-2005-64756.asp
Marge Piercy website. Looking at Myself A Study in Focused Myopia From Parti- Colored Blocks for a Quilt, (University of Michigan Press, Ann Arbor, MI). Website retrieved December 1, 2006. http://www.margepiercy.com/main-pages/38-books-reviews.htm

Piercey, Marge. (2003) Colors Passing Through Us. New York: Alfred Knopf.