Marriage poems

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If It be pleasant to look on, stalled in the packed serai,
Does not the Young Man try Its temper and pace ere he buy?
If She be pleasant to look on, what does the Young Man say?
"Lo! She is pleasant to look on, give Her to me to-day!"

The Letter L

© Jean Ingelow

We sat on grassy slopes that meet
With sudden dip the level strand;
The trees hung overhead—our feet
Were on the sand.

The Golden Hook

© John Montague

one slowly downstream
into the warm
currents of the known

The Perch

© Galway Kinnell

There is a fork in a branch
of an ancient, enormous maple,
one of a grove of such trees,
where I climb sometimes and sit and look out

Lyric of Love to Leah

© Aleister Crowley

Come, my darling, let us dance
To the moon that beckons us
To dissolve our love in trance
Heedless of the hideous
Heat & hate of Sirius-
Shun his baneful brilliance!

Love Sonnet LX

© Zora Bernice May Cross

Dearest, you have, who gave my heart such love,
It sang the marriage of our mingling blood;
Sweeping us on in a supreme control,
To those vast stillnesses that move above;
And in the wonder of its mighty flood
My mind drew God from your eternal soul.

Letter To A Friend About Girls

© Philip Larkin

After comparing lives with you for years

I see how Ive been losing: all the while

The Frog and the Golden Ball

© Robert Graves

She let her golden ball fall down the well
And begged a cold frog to retrieve it;
For which she kissed his ugly, gaping mouth -
Indeed, he could scarce believe it.

A Fallen Yew

© Francis Thompson

It seemed corrival of the world's great prime,
Made to un-edge the scythe of Time,
And last with stateliest rhyme.

Call It a Good Marriage

© Robert Graves

Call it a good marriage -
For no one ever questioned
Her warmth, his masculinity,
Their interlocking views;

Summer Images

© John Clare

Now swarthy Summer, by rude health embrowned,

Precedence takes of rosy fingered Spring;

The Interrogation Of The Man Of Many Hearts

© Anne Sexton

She's the one I carried my bones to
and built a house that was just a cot
and built a life that was over an hour
and built a castle where no one lives
and built, in the end, a song
to go with the ceremony.

The Break

© Anne Sexton

It was also my violent heart that broke,
falling down the front hall stairs.
It was also a message I never spoke,
calling, riser after riser, who cares

The Break Away

© Anne Sexton

I pray it will know truth,
if truth catches in its cup
and yet I pray, as a child would,
that the surgery take.

The Wedding Ring Dance

© Anne Sexton

I dance in circles holding
the moth of the marriage,
thin, sticky, fluttering
its skirts, its webs.

All My Pretty Ones

© Anne Sexton

These are the snapshots of marriage, stopped in places.
Side by side at the rail toward Nassau now;
here, with the winner's cup at the speedboat races,
here, in tails at the Cotillion, you take a bow,

The Addict

© Anne Sexton

Don't they know that I promised to die!
I'm keeping in practice.
I'm merely staying in shape.
The pills are a mother, but better,
every color and as good as sour balls.
I'm on a diet from death.