Margaret Atwood, 'Habitation'
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greatpoetryHabitation
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
outdoors, eating popcorn
where painfully and with wonder
at having survived
this far
we are learning to make fire
By Margaret Atwood
[Best wishes to my niece, whose wedding day is tomorrow.]
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
outdoors, eating popcorn
where painfully and with wonder
at having survived
this far
we are learning to make fire
By Margaret Atwood
[Best wishes to my niece, whose wedding day is tomorrow.]
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