Watching from across the table your shoulders hunched to the food, your fork sliding in and out, nothing could be more serious, your face tense, removed, I think, my glass idle in my palm, this is how, by first strengthening ourselves, we prepare a paradise. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A PORTRAIT OF MY ROOF by JAMES GALVIN FREE FANTASIA ON JAPANESE THEMES by AMY LOWELL AT SAGAMORE HILL by EDGAR LEE MASTERS DOMESDAY BOOK: JANE FISHER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SONG OF THE OPEN COUNTRY by DOROTHY PARKER TWILIGHT SONG by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON ELEGY: THE LAMENT OF EDWARD BLASTOCK; FOR RICHARD ROWLEY by EDITH SITWELL |