'To Speak Of Woe That Is In Marriage' Poem by Robert Lowell
'To Speak Of Woe That Is In Marriage'
'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.'
'My hopped up husband drops his home disputes, and hits the streets to cruise for prostitutes, ' Graphic lines, I applaud Robert Lowell for writing this, in a time when brutality and beating wives in the home was ignored by a moral majority? Sadly in some suburbs and many countries it still is, a pity people do not do unto others as they would have others do unto them. Sadly a few trolls, do not give the love and respect women deserve, the question is always why stay and put up with this disgusting behaviour?
Sad poem......++++++++++++++++ Thanks for sharing...................
It is really sad. Hubby going away for pleasure to other women. Nicely done.
Powerful and disturbingly authentic. Things we would rather not look upon, but often art provides the lens which focuses our attention on the unpleasantly necessary.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/19/2024 5:57:10 PM # 1.0.0.1119
To keep alive! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.