WISH FOR A YOUNG WIFE
My lizard, my
lively writher
May your limbs
never wither
May the eyes in
your face
Survive the green
ice
of envy`s mean
gaze;
May you live out
your life
Without hate,
without grief,
May your hair ever
blaze
In the sun, in the
sun
When I am undone
When I am no one.
Theodore Roethke.
