Two Sonnets to My Wife II

My wife relents to life and does not speak Each moment with a deft and rapid note. Sometimes a clumsy weirdness finds in her throat And ushers in a music that is weak And bargains with the groping of her heart. But even then she plays with graver tones That do not sell themselves to laughs and moans But seek the counsel of a deeper art.

She drapes her loud emotions in a shroud Of glistening thought that waves above their dance And sometimes parts to show their startled eyes. The depths of mind within her have not bowed To sleek emotion with its amorous glance. She slaps its face and laughs at its surprise!