we love/share our bed/life/children with will not listen to our reasonable efforts to "make friends before one of us dies", here, the husband is locked in a war against death, which he will ultimately lose; his level of frustration must surely be exacerbated by his fear of this, and all he must go through in his efforts to live.from Frieda Hughes: The Times: Monday Poem: Marriage: the ecstasy and agony
~~~~~~~~~~~
No comments :
Post a Comment