Wedding poems

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Elements of Composition

© A. K. Ramanujan

Composed as I am, like others,
  of elements on certain well-known lists,
father's seed and mother's egg

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Snapshots of a Daughter-In-Law

© Adrienne Rich

You, once a belle in Shreveport,
with henna-colored hair, skin like a peachbud,
still have your dresses copied from that time,
and play a Chopin prelude
called by Cortot: "Delicious recollections
float like perfume through the memory."

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Ode: Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood

© William Wordsworth

The child is father of the man;And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety. (Wordsworth, "My Heart Leaps Up")

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I. W. To her Unconstant Lover

© Isabella Whitney

As close as you your wedding kept, yet now the truth I hear,Which you (ere now) might me have told -- what need you nay to swear?

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Albion's England

© William Warner

The Brutons thus departed hence, seven kingdoms here begun,--Where diversely in divers broils the Saxons lost and won,--King Edel and king Adelbright in Diria jointly reign;In loyal concord during life these kingly friends remain

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The Wedding Posy

© Turner Charles (Tennyson)

Thanks to thy newly-wedded hand, which gaveThese bridal honours to the tomb to-day,A daughter's wedding posy! Who shall sayIt is a truant at a father's grave?O'er the blue hills, fair Edith, thou art gone;Thou and thy votive flowers are sunder'd wide;But still ye are so tenderly alliedOn earth, that your twin sweetness shall be oneIn heaven

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Fruit-gathering LV

© Rabindranath Tagore

Tulsidas, the poet, was wandering, deep in thought, by the Ganges, in that lonely spot where they burn their dead.

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On the Obsolescence of Caphone

© Starnino Carmine

Last heard—with a lovely hiss on the "ph"—August 1982 during an afternoon game of scopaturned nasty. And now, missing alongside it,are hundreds of slogans, shibboleths, small

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The Faerie Queene, Book VI, Canto 10

© Edmund Spenser

THE SIXTE BOOKE OF THE FAERIE QUEENEContayningTHE LEGEND OF S. CALIDOREOR OF COURTESIE

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Wedding

© Shields Carol

The bride stands in whitefullness on the church stepswhile cameras catch a mixedshow of joy and bafflement,sunshine and blinked-back surpriseat the suddenly unfurledafternoon of sentiment

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The Sea Horse

© Rowley Rosemarie

(for Linda Hill)

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Queen of Hearts

© Rowley Rosemarie

Hers, from childhood the bitter pain of tearsDreamed a peep-shy wedding to a PrinceHer one longing to be cherished through the yearsBy a lover, husband, brother: not since

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No Tea Party

© Rowley Rosemarie

The lid is rising on the kettle's song,Likewise my energy wastes itself in air,Don't call me when the tea's made, I'll be gone.

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Flight into Reality

© Rowley Rosemarie

Dedicated to the memory of my best friend Georgina, (1942-74)and to her husband Alex Burns and their childrenNulles laides amours ne belles prison -Lord Herbert of Cherbury

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White Flock

© Anna Akhmatova

Copyright Anna Akhmatova
Copyright English translation by Ilya Shambat (ilya_shambat@yahoo.com)
Origin: http://www.geocities.com/ilya_shambat/akhmatova.html

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An Offering

© Reibetanz John

When a creature dies ... the fleshand soft parts of the body rot quickly.All that is left are the bones and teeth. (textbook entry on 'fossils')

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A Woman's Last Word

© Piatt Sarah Morgan Bryan

Promise me nothing. Men are mortal. I Loose from your heart my hand.(The grave is deeper than the heavens are high.) My house .- of Love .- was builded on the sand.

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On our Thirty-ninth Wedding-day, 6th of May, 1810

© Odell Jonathan

Twice nineteen years, dear Nancy, on this dayComplete their circle, since the smiling MayBeheld us at the altar kneel and joinIn holy rites and vows, which made thee mine

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The Story of Sigurd the Volsung

© William Morris

But therewith the sun rose upward and lightened all the earth,And the light flashed up to the heavens from the rims of the glorious girth;But they twain arose together, and with both her palms outspread,And bathed in the light returning, she cried aloud and said:"All hail, O Day and thy Sons, and thy kin of the coloured things!Hail, following Night, and thy Daughter that leadeth thy wavering wings!Look down With unangry eyes on us today alive,And give us the hearts victorious, and the gain for which we strive!All hail, ye Lords of God-home, and ye Queens of the House of Gold!Hail, thou dear Earth that bearest, and thou Wealth of field and fold!Give us, your noble children, the glory of wisdom and speech,And the hearts and the hands of healing, and the mouths and hands that teach!"

Then they turned and were knit together; and oft and o'er againThey craved, and kissed rejoicing, and their hearts were full and fain