Since I was married five years ago,
I've written many, many poems for Jack, my husband.
But I don't feel ready to read any one of them, except one
that we have shared with friends, or I have.
So I will read you this one.
"I love you, love, for gentleness, for wreaths of snow
on violence, for choirs of sparrows
chipping free, for quiet in your gallantry.
I love you, love, for loving me, for zooming zagging gaiety,
for pathing war-like wilderness with happiness."