If my lover were a comet
Hung in air,
I would braid my leaping body
In his hair.
Yea, if they buried him ten leagues
Beneath the loam,
My fingers they would learn to dig
And I’d plunge home!
Sometimes reflective, recollecting the years spent together, the anniversary poem marks the passage of time, and the couple that endured it, for better and for worse. Browse below for poems on the subject.
|1921||The Desolate Field||William Carlos Williams|
|1975||The Storm||Theodore Roethke|
|1895||My Wife||Robert Louis Stevenson|
|1976||Man and Wife||Robert Lowell|
|2011||The Sympathies of the Long Married||Robert Bly|
|2009||Let Me Disappear||Ray Gonzalez|
|1969||A Man Meets a Woman in the Street||Randall Jarrell|
|2002||Earth Tremors Felt in Missouri||Mona Van Duyn|