1 <br /> <br />The stout poet tiptoes <br />On the lawn. Surprisingly limber <br />In his thick sweater <br />Like a middle-age burglar. <br />Is the young robin injured? <br /> <br /> <br />2 <br /> <br />She bends to feed the geese <br />Revealing the neck’s white curve <br />Below her curled hair. <br />Her husband seems not to watch, <br />But she shimmers in his poem. <br /> <br />3 <br /> <br />A hush is on the house, <br />The only noise, a fern, <br />Rustling in a vase. <br />On the porch, the fierce poet <br />Is chanting words to himself.<br /><br />Carolyn Kizer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-poet-s-household/
