{"id":923,"date":"2007-10-12T00:40:21","date_gmt":"2007-10-12T06:40:21","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blaine.org\/sevenimpossiblethings\/?p=923"},"modified":"2007-10-12T00:41:11","modified_gmt":"2007-10-12T06:41:11","slug":"poetry-friday-marriage-as-seen-by-meand-marge-piercy","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/blaine.org\/sevenimpossiblethings\/?p=923","title":{"rendered":"Poetry Friday: Marriage, as seen by me<\/br>(and Marge Piercy)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img src='http:\/\/blaine.org\/sevenimpossiblethings\/wp-content\/uploads\/2007\/10\/wedding.jpg' alt='no, that\u2019s not us' \/>I&#8217;ve had marriage on my mind lately. B. and I are attending two weddings this weekend. And our own eight-year anniversary is coming up. No, seriously. <em>Eight years<\/em>. And we started dating six years before that, so we&#8217;ve been together over a third of our lives. It always gives me pause when I think about it in those terms. How much have we shaped each other, been cultivated by each other into the adults we&#8217;ve become? Who would I be now if I&#8217;d never met him?<\/p>\n<p>I also spent time recently with a widow around my own age. And Grace Lin has <a href=\"http:\/\/www.asolitarygrace.blogspot.com\/\"><strong>just started blogging again<\/strong><\/a>, after the loss of her husband. And when <a href=\"http:\/\/blaine.org\/sevenimpossiblethings\/?p=551\"><strong>my aunt passed away<\/strong><\/a> in March, she left behind my uncle, her high school sweetheart and husband of 30+ years. I look at these people and think, could I do it? Could I build a new life on my own, if B. were taken away from me? Could I be that strong? Who would I become then?<\/p>\n<p>I don&#8217;t know. I really just don&#8217;t know. I mean, sure, marriage is hard, and people always tell you that before you get married but <em>you just don&#8217;t know how hard<\/em> until you&#8217;re in it. When you get married, your vows should go something like &#8220;I promise that no matter how I grow and change and evolve as a person, I&#8217;ll keep myself in synch with you while you undergo your own individual growth and evolution.&#8221; Not very poetic. But I didn&#8217;t marry my husband because I expected a non-stop romantic-movie montage sort of life. I married him because I think I&#8217;m a better person with him than without him. We don&#8217;t always agree, we often get on each other&#8217;s nerves, sometimes we flat out don&#8217;t <em>get<\/em> each other. But he&#8217;s so much a part of me now, he&#8217;s <em>family<\/em>, and if something happened to him I can&#8217;t even imagine the hole that would leave in the universe.<\/p>\n<p>So, here&#8217;s a love poem, in tribute to my husband, and to everone else who&#8217;s ever been crazy-brave enough to marry somebody.<\/p>\n<p>from <a href=\"http:\/\/www.poetryfoundation.org\/archive\/poem.html?id=176836\"><strong>&#8220;Colors passing through us&#8221;<\/strong><\/a> by <a href=\"http:\/\/www.poetryfoundation.org\/archive\/poet.html?id=5393\"><strong>Marge Piercy<\/strong><\/a>:<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>Here is my bouquet, here is a sing<br \/>\nsong of all the things you make<br \/>\nme think of, here is oblique<br \/>\npraise for the height and depth<br \/>\nof you and the width too.<br \/>\nHere is my box of new crayons at your feet. <\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>Read the rest <a href=\"http:\/\/www.poetryfoundation.org\/archive\/poem.html?id=176836\"><strong>here<\/strong>.<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I&#8217;ve had marriage on my mind lately. B. and I are attending two weddings this weekend. And our own eight-year anniversary is coming up. No, seriously. Eight years. And we started dating six years before that, so we&#8217;ve been together over a third of our lives. It always gives me pause when I think about [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-923","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poetry-friday"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/blaine.org\/sevenimpossiblethings\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/923","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/blaine.org\/sevenimpossiblethings\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/blaine.org\/sevenimpossiblethings\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/blaine.org\/sevenimpossiblethings\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/blaine.org\/sevenimpossiblethings\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=923"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/blaine.org\/sevenimpossiblethings\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/923\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/blaine.org\/sevenimpossiblethings\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=923"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/blaine.org\/sevenimpossiblethings\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=923"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/blaine.org\/sevenimpossiblethings\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=923"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}