Poetry Friday for Mother's Day, Delmore Schwartz (& Sarah)

In honor of Mother's Day, I give you a little Delmore. I love this funny little poem and it contains one of my favorite words in the English language. (Guess which.) I am too sick to get out of bed, so I am going back to sleep until I must get up for a school thing tonight. I'll be attending it high on about five different (legal) drugs.

Sarah

The angel said to me: "Why are you laughing?"
"Laughing! Not me! Who was laughing? I did not laugh. It was
A cough. I was coughing. Only hyenas laugh.
It was a cold I caught nine minutes after
Abraham married me: when I saw
How I was slender and beautiful, more and more
Slender and beautiful.
I was also
Clearing my throat; something inside of me
Is continually telling me something
I do not wish to hear: A joke: A big joke:
But the joke is always just on me.
He said: you will have more children than the sky's stars
And the seashore's sands, if you just wait patiently,
Wait: patiently: ninety years? You see
The joke's on me!"