Now who could take you off to tiny life <br />In one room or in two rooms or in three <br />And cork you smartly, like the flask of wine <br />You are? Not any woman. Not a wife. <br />You'd let her twirl you, give her a good glee <br />Showing your leaping ruby to a friend. <br />Though twirling would be meek. Since not a cork <br />Could you allow, for being made so free. <br /> <br />A woman would be wise to think it well <br />If once a week you only rang the bell.<br /><br />Gwendolyn Brooks<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-independent-man/
