the poem as
an MP3 file.
the poem as
an MP4 file.
No marriage is an island unto
It is a piece of a mainland – of a family, of friends, of a
community, of history.
Couples tend their gardens, but the water of life comes from
However great their efforts and their love, they cannot thrive
Of each person, the boundaries are uncertain.
Lines are drawn on surfaces, but underneath roots tunnel where
A marriage is but the most intimate intertwining.
So many others – even strangers – burrow into us for sustenance,
or give us, unknowing, their nutrients underground.
A great love does not shine on only one small patch of
Nor does love between husband and wife light only the space
between the walls of their marriage.
Do not doubt that love felt in the privacy of one's heart
will someday lend a bit of beauty to someone else's
Early in the history of Earth, the air was poisonous, and the
land was sand and naked stone.
Later, living things sweetened the air and clothed the land and
made it fertile.
Love also must be replenished daily, like soil, like air.
Each bit of love we feel helps all of us to breathe, enables all
of us to grow.
No more than one tree can survive alone in a desert, can one
marriage survive without a landscape of
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon