Manischewitz? Mogen David?
I was Mogen David wine, she was Chablis '59
But there we sat, the cowboy and the lady
She was evenings at the opera, and summers in Paree
I was Grand Ole Opry, Nashville, Tennessee
The cowboy and the lady, as different as could be
But it seemed so right that rainy night in Tennessee.
CROSSROADS
by Louise Glück
My body, now that we will not be traveling together much longer
I begin to feel a new tenderness toward you, very raw and unfamiliar,
like what I remember of love when I was young —
love that was so often foolish in its objectives
but never in its choices, its intensities
Too much demanded in advance, too much that could not be promised —
My soul has been so fearful, so violent;
forgive its brutality.
As though it were that soul, my hand moves over you cautiously,
not wishing to give offense
but eager, finally, to achieve expression as substance:
it is not the earth I will miss,
it is you I will miss.