Call It A Good Marriage

Poem By Robert Graves

Call it a good marriage -
For no one ever questioned
Her warmth, his masculinity,
Their interlocking views;
Except one stray graphologist
Who frowned in speculation
At her h's and her s's,
His p's and w's.

Though few would still subscribe
To the monogamic axiom
That strife below the hip-bones
Need not estrange the heart,
Call it a good marriage:
More drew those two together,
Despite a lack of children,
Than pulled them apart.

Call it a good marriage:
They never fought in public,
They acted circumspectly
And faced the world with pride;
Thus the hazards of their love-bed
Were none of our damned business -
Till as jurymen we sat on
Two deaths by suicide.

Comments about Call It A Good Marriage

A fantastic, unexpected ending. They seemed like a conventional couple, but the marriage ended up, 'Two deaths by suicide'.
a great ending
wonder who they were, those two?
Which came first. Richard Corey, or Call it a Good Marriage? Either way, a great poem.
what? Ou yea, till death do us part?


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