I have been thinking a lot about marriage lately (surprise, surprise). A poem I read this morning was delightful:

I Married You

I married you
for all the wrong reasons,
charmed by your
dangerous family history,
by the innocent muscles, bulging
like hidden weapons
under your shirt,
by your naive ties, the colors
of painted scraps of sunset.
I was charmed too
by your assumptions
about me: my serenity—
that mirror waiting to be cracked,
my flashy acrobatics with knives
in the kitchen.
How wrong we both were
about each other,
and how happy we have been.

by Linda Pastan
from Queen of a Rainy Country

One Response to “Mawwige”

  1. Anne Says:

    jesus h. louise! i love it. pastan is a funny poet — her simple poems are hit or miss in much the same way that more superficially complicated poets can be hit or miss. have i sent you the one about her envy of the visitor in their house who folded his hands and said grace familiarly, as if he was leaving a message on a dear friend’s answering machine? i think i must have, but a number of years ago. anyway, i heard her lecture/read at the medical center hour here in cville 5 years ago; it was interesting to hear her talking about the doctors in her family (husband, son, etc) and their mutual interperceptions of one another’s work.

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