I've emerged from the seven-going-on-eight divorces that have surrounded me for three years. I kept on saying look at me, I'm not wise. I've advised seven suicides. No one's separate. Our legs grow into the horse's body. You've ridden each other too long to get off now. You can make a clean getaway only if you cut off your heads. All in vain. Life won't get simple until our minds do. Embrace the great emptiness; say again, I don't do divorces. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THRENOS by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY LILIES: 2. MY SWORD by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) A WOMAN'S SONNETS: 1 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT FIELD WIRELESS by BENJAMIN ALBERT BOTKIN AN INDIAN AT THE BURIAL PLACE OF HIS FATHERS by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT |