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This Poem Is For My Wife I Have Made It Plai

This Poem Is For My Wife.
I Have Made It Plainly And Honestly
The Mark Is On It
Like The Burl On The Knife.

I Have Not Made It For Praise.
She Has No More Need For Praise
Than Summer Has
Or The Bright Days.

In All That Becomes A Woman
Her Words And Her Ways Are Beautiful
Love"S Lovely Duty
The Well Swept Room.

Wherever She Is There Is Sun
And Time And A Sweet Air
Peace Is There
Work Done.

There Are Always Curtains And Flowers
And Candles And Baked Bread
And A Cloth Spread
And A Clean House.

Her Voice When She Sings Is A Voice
At Dawn By A Freshening Spring
Where The Wave Leaps In The Wind
And Rejoices.

Wherever She Is It Is Now.
It Is Here Where The Apples Are
Here In The Stars
In The Quick Hour.

The Greatest And Richest Good
My Own Life To Live In
This She Has Given Me

If Giver Could. .

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