She serves me a piece of it a few minutesout of the oven. A little steam risesfrom the slits on top. Sugar and spice -cinnamon - burned into the crust. But she's wearing these dark glassesin the kitchen at ten o'clockin the morning - everything nice -as she watches me break offa piece, bring it to my mouth, and blow on it. My daughter's kitchen, in winter. I fork the pie inand tell myself to stay out of it. She says she loves him. No waycould it be worse. Raymond Carver
About This Quote

The poem for this quote is written by John Keats, who was a British Romantic poet. The poem is about a woman who loves her husband but is unsure about what she should do. She loves her husband, but the thought of leaving him makes her feel sick to her stomach. Her husband makes her happiness possible, so she doesn't want to be apart from him.

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