
VAIRIATIONS ON THE WORD LOVE ~BY MARGARET ATWOOD
This is a word we use to plug
holes with. It’s the right size for those warm
This is a word we use to plug
holes with. It’s the right size for those warm
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
You will hear thunder and remember me,
And think: she wanted storms.
Success is counted sweetest
By those who ne’er succeed.
The splendour falls on castle walls
And snowy summits old in story:
The long light shakes across the lakes,
Sunny streaks rouse resting eyes to Mother’s Day
Showy songbird flutters over window to serenade
She dresses in a new,
trendy short dress,
Even if it causes her younger self distress.