Learning to make fire


by Margaret Atwood

Marriage is not
a house or even a tent

it is before that, and colder:

the edge of the forest, the edge
of the desert
the unpainted stairs
at the back where we squat
outside, eating popcorn

the edge of the receding glacier

where painfully and with wonder
at having survived even
this far

we are learning to make fire

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  1. Oh, yes. Oh, yes. Oh, yes. I do so love her poems. She goes right in my head and finds what I think, and brings it out, and surprises me every single time. Thank you.

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