"To Speak Of Woe That Is In Marriage&Quot;

"The hot night makes us keep our bedroom windows open.
Our magnolia blossoms.Life begins to happen.
My hopped up husband drops his home disputes,
and hits the streets to cruise for prostitutes,
free-lancing out along the razor's edge.
This screwball might kill his wife, then take the pledge.
Oh the monotonous meanness of his lust. . .
It's the injustice . . . he is so unjust--
whiskey-blind, swaggering home at five.
My only thought is how to keep alive.
What makes him tick?Each night now I tie
ten dollars and his car key to my thigh. . . .
Gored by the climacteric of his want,
he stalls above me like an elephant."

Poem topics: , , , , ,

Rate this poem:

Add "To Speak Of Woe That Is In Marriage&Quot; poem to your favorites

Add Poet Robert Lowell to your favorites

Popular Poets

Barcroft Henry Thomas Boake (2 poems)
Jean Valentine (3 poems)
Robert Greene (5 poems)
Charles Cotton (1 poems)
Joseph Hopkinson (1 poems)
Arthur Chapman (15 poems)
Tan Pratonix (0 poems)
George Sigerson (1 poems)
Corinne Roosevelt Robinson (2 poems)
Abdul Kanifa (0 poems)

Popular Poems

Where A Roman Villa Stood, Above Freiburg, by Mary Elizabeth Coleridge
Loneliness, by Rainer Maria Rilke
Old Spookses' Pass, by Isabella Valancy Crawford
Ballad, by Jonathan Swift
The Shrouding Of The Duchess Of Malfi, by John Webster
Arma Virumque, by Ambrose Bierce
Don Pedrillo, by Emma Lazarus
For Class Meeting, by Oliver Wendell Holmes
When I'D Reported To The Couple, Thus, by Bertolt Brecht
Veronica's Napkin, by William Butler Yeats