I wrote this poem after observing how hard marriage was for most people. Fortunately, my own marriage has not been quite the struggle that is described here. But I think the basic principles still apply.

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This is a poem I wrote about a statue in Allerton Park, which is in Monticello, IL, when I really missed the point of what I now consider a great work of art. It’s called The Death of the Last Centaur, and it was sculpted by Antoine Bourdelle.
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