Marriage
So different, this man And this woman: A stream flowing In a field.
This poem is in the public domain.
I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox
and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast
Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold
so much depends
upon
a red wheel
barrow
glazed with rain
water
beside the white
chickens
Will it never be possible
to separate you from your greyness?
Must you be always sinking backward
into your grey-brown landscapes—and trees
always in the distance, always against a grey sky?