She did beat him once, however. She figured out what was going on in one poem almost instantly, and had to explain it to her husband. She was so happy she actually clapped her hands and laughed.
It's a lovely poem, by Sylvia Plath. It turns up in many a college freshman anthology, in fact, and most college freshmen do not get it either.
The title is "Metaphors," and the first line is "I'm a riddle in nine syllables."
If you'd like to test yourself, the poem is here. Note & hint: Ana is far better at mathematics than her husband.
If you need more hints, we've hidden some here.
(See more of Ana's favorite poems at left, under the LOVE sculpture.)
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