Poem of the week: The Concert by Edna St Vincent Millay

All  on a concert

This argument between them

equally agile and in fighting  mood

like a bouncing  ball in a fierce  hand:

all  for permission to go to concert

since music in her  blood, unabated;

she   pleads, cringes, stoops

out of affection and company in hall

where time spent with him will be time

precious and smooth; yet his concurrence

is awaited.

A singing   town can I imagine?

 Does  she  enact an  opera, does

She  hear  a military dialogue

Or love  and hate  throwing 

Weapons  and  bloodless  wound?

Winning at last with her winning

Words prevailing upon him,

till now  unyielding, she gets ready

dresses  up   for  a change 

only to come back smiling 

endearing for a fresh start.