Friday, April 23, 2010


Wish for a Young Wife

My lizard, my lively writher,
May your limbs never wither,
May the eyes in your face
Survive the green ice
Of envy’s mean gaze;
May you live out your life
Without hate, without grief,
And your hair ever blaze,
In the sun, in the sun,
When I am undone,
When I am no one.

--Theodore Roethke

Recently discovered thanks to my lovely and totally insane advisor/professor extraordinaire, who always has something exciting to teach me. He has sent a lot of good poetry my way lately.

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