20 June 2012

Wish for a Young Wife

This poem popped into my head earlier.  It's an old one from my high school days browsing through the Norton Anthology.  Not sure what it means, but it has a nice rhythm to it.

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