Their Sex Life
One failure on
Top of another
That’s the whole poem by A.R. Ammons, one of my favorite poets. He’s most famous for his longer works like Garbage, but his ability to write poems like that above show his familiarity with language and form.
My question for you is this a sad or a happy poem? Is the poem calling their sex life a failure, or is it remarking, however meekly, that despite being failures they are at least a “they”, which is not for nothing–for two failures?