Academic journal article TriQuarterly

Marie at Tea

Academic journal article TriQuarterly

Marie at Tea

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You remember the extremes Wittgenstein says There is no such thing as ordinary Experience

My heart aches, literally, and a drowsy So I wonder if I will die soon Sometimes I am so tired I want to

You remember the extremes I remember when his father died We took the train into London Sat in his childhood And boyhood living room Listened to a Joan Baez record That we always listened to And when she began singing "The Great Silkie," a tragic Scottish folk song about fathers And sons, he threw His head in my lap and sobbed, I Never saw him weep again although I have sobbed and yowled countless times On his chest his lap his shoulder I remember when I gave birth The first time, thirty-six hours labor While he was sitting in the labor room Trying to help me breathe Through my contractions Then in a corner reading an Obstetrics textbook where Normal childbirth occupied Fifty pages and possible complications Five hundred pages It frightened him so terribly he wanted To tell the obstetrician if he had a choice To let the baby go and save his wife I have always felt This to be touching I remember the lunch in the Red Lion When in tears I begged him To stop fooling around with the au pair girl And to my astonishment He refused. …

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