A Word To Husbands

To keep your marriage brimming With love in the loving cup, Whenever you’re wrong, admit it; Whenever you’re right, shut up.

Sonnet 116: Let Me Not To The Marriage Of True Minds

Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove. O no, it is an ever-fixèd mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wand'ring bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come;

London

I wandered through each chartered street, Near where the chartered Thames does flow, A mark in every face I meet, Marks of weakness, marks of woe. In every cry of every man, In every infant's cry of fear, In every voice, in every ban, The mind-forged manacles I hear:

Habitation

Marriage is not a house or even a tent it is before that, and colder: the edge of the forest, the edge of the desert the unpainted stairs at the back where we squat

Indian Weavers

WEAVERS, weaving at break of day, Why do you weave a garment so gay? . . . Blue as the wing of a halcyon wild, We weave the robes of a new-born child. Weavers, weaving at fall of night, Why do you weave a garment so bright? . . . Like the plumes of a peacock, purple and green, We weave the marriage-veils of a queen.

Call It A Good Marriage

Call it a good marriage - For no one ever questioned Her warmth, his masculinity, Their interlocking views; Except one stray graphologist Who frowned in speculation At her h's and her s's, His p's and w's. Though few would still subscribe

The Wedding

O marriage-bells, your clamor tells Two weddings in one breath. SHE marries whom her love compels: - And I wed Goodman Death! My brain is blank, my tears are red; Listen, O God: - 'I will,' he said: - And I would that I were dead. Come groomsman Grief and bridesmaid Pain Come and stand with a ghastly twain. My Bridegroom Death is come o'er the meres

A Marriage Of Two

A marriage of two is for love that is true A marriage of two is always something new A marriage of two happens sometimes out of the blue A marriage of two

The Flea

Mark but this flea, and mark in this, How little that which thou deny'st me is; It sucked me first, and now sucks thee, And in this flea, our two bloods mingled be; Thou knowest that this cannot be said A sin, nor shame, nor loss of maidenhead. Yet this enjoys before it woo, And pampered, swells with one blood made of two, And this, alas, is more than we would do. Oh stay, three lives in one flea spare,

Marriage

Then Almitra spoke again and said, 'And what of Marriage, master? ' And he answered saying: You were born together, and together you shall be forevermore. You shall be together when white wings of death scatter your days. Aye, you shall be together even in the silent memory of God.

Tear It Down

We find out the heart only by dismantling what the heart knows. By redefining the morning, we find a morning that comes just after darkness. We can break through marriage into marriage. By insisting on love we spoil it, get beyond affection and wade mouth-deep into love. We must unlearn the constellations to see the stars. But going back toward childhood will not help. The village is not better than Pittsburgh. Only Pittsburgh is more than Pittsburgh.

I Do, I Will, I Have

How wise I am to have instructed the butler to instruct the first footman to instruct the second footman to instruct the doorman to order my carriage; I am about to volunteer a definition of marriage. Just as I know that there are two Hagens, Walter and Copen, I know that marriage is a legal and religious alliance entered into by a man who can't sleep with the window shut and a woman who can't sleep with the window open. Moreover, just as I am unsure of the difference between flora and fauna and flotsam and jetsam,

Past And Future

The new hath come and now the old retires: And so the past becomes a mountain-cell, Where lone, apart, old hermit-memories dwell In consecrated calm, forgotten yet Of the keen heart that hastens to forget Old longings in fulfilling new desires. And now the Soul stands in a vague, intense Expectancy and anguish of suspense,

December 30

At 1:30 in the morning a fart smells like a marriage between an avocado and a fish head. I have to get out of bed to write this down without my glasses on.

Adam's Complaint

Some people, no matter what you give them, still want the moon. The bread, the salt, white meat and dark, still hungry. The marriage bed

The Gloom That Breathes Upon Me With These Airs

The gloom that breathes upon me with these airs Is like the drops which stike the traveller's brow Who knows not, darkling, if they bring him now Fresh storm, or be old rain the covert bears. Ah! bodes this hour some harvest of new tares, Or hath but memory of the day whose plough Sowed hunger once, -- the night at length when thou, O prayer found vain, didst fall from out my prayers? How prickly were the growths which yet how smooth,

Marriage

Age old saying about marriage, Sacred bonding and not carriage, It is not freedom from cage, Necessarily arising with completion of age, No one thought of its sanity, What are marriage and its utility? Does that stand for population continuity? Permanent bond and relation in amity,

A Jet Ring Sent

Thou art not so black as my heart, Nor half so brittle as her heart, thou art ; What would'st thou say ? shall both our properties by thee be spoke, —Nothing more endless, nothing sooner broke? Marriage rings are not of this stuff ; Oh, why should ought less precious, or less tough Figure our loves ? except in thy name thou have bid it say, '—I'm cheap, and nought but fashion ; fling me away.'

(marriage) Equality..... [see The Title; Personal Fantasy; Humor? (Let Me Know) ]

I’m an American. So you know I KNOW about equality, right? And I’m married. I strive for spousal equality with all my might! Let me share with you how I help to keep my marriage EQUAL. I’m so good at it that this is my 3rd marriage sequel. [My wife’s a good wife, and so she does her fair share..... of the house work. I’m a good husband, and I’m no slacker. Oh, NO! From MY chores I do not shirk.] My wife makes our bed. I mess it up. She washes plates and bowls. I wash my cup.

Sonnet Cxvi: Let Me Not To The Marriage Of True Minds

Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: O no! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come: