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...VASHTI by FRANCES ELLEN WATKINS HARPER NINETY-NINE IN THE SHADE by ROSSITER JOHNSON SONG [WRITTEN IN THE YEAR 1732] by GEORGE LYTTELTON THE SIGN OF THE CROSS by JOHN HENRY NEWMAN WHEN SHE COMES HOME by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY OPPORTUNITY by EDWARD ROWLAND SILL |