If I had a wife I would love her as kings Loved queens in the old days, or as princes Maidens, Met in the dew, by a stile, of a morning— “How do you do, my pretty?” And all of that. If I had a wife I would come home sometimes Dressed like a stranger, and when she stared, “Lady,” I’d say, and woo her in wonder— “How can there be such shining?” And all of that. If I had a wife I would never be done With remembering how it is now when, oh, I am lonesome, And no one is here but my dog and my cat— “Well, old boys! Hungry?” And all of that.
Serenata
by Scott Wheeler (b. 1952)
1. If I had a wife
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- by Mark van Doren (1894 - 1972)
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Researcher for this page: Eric Saroian2. Her hand in my hand
Her hand in my hand, Soft as the south wind, Soft as a colt’s nose, Soft as forgetting; Her cheek to my cheek, Red as the cranberry, Red as a mitten, Red as remembering— Here we go round like raindrops, Raindrops, Here we go round So snug together, Oh, but I wonder, Oh, but I know, Who comforts like raisins, Who kisses like snow.
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Researcher for this page: Eric Saroian3. Little Trip
Let’s go. Let’s be somewhere awhile We haven’t ever been before; And strangers cut the random grass Or leave it ragged. That can pass; For now the road climbs more and more, And we are silent mile by mile Between whose woods? We’ll never know Unless we stop to read his name. Up and over, down and on Around this mountain, blue then brown. Here is a river, wild or tame According as the rocks below Be few or many. Next a house, And neat or not we like it well, For someone else does all the chores Or doesn’t do them. Churches, stores — There, I heard the crossing bell. So home by dark to moth and mouse.
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Researcher for this page: Eric Saroian4. Desire Like This
So long had he withheld his hands, She found him slow to learn: The way a breast, a thigh, can yield; The way snow can burn. You thought me once a goddess, boy, And so I am, she said; Desire like this is not of earth: More, and we both were dead. Oh, no, he cried; but even then, Like one brand ablaze, They broke and fell, and each went out As stars extinguish days.
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Researcher for this page: Eric Saroian5. Love me little
Love me little, love me long, Then we neither can be wrong: You in giving, I in taking; There is not a heart breaking But remembers one touch, Or maybe seven, of too much. Love me more than halfway, though. Let me think, then let me know. And I promise you the same: A little wild, a little tame; Lest it ever seem long: Tick, tock, ding, dong.
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