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 our selection of poems on the subject.
|2015||Golden Anniversary||Wislawa Szymborska|
|1916||Marriage||William Carlos Williams|
|1921||The Desolate Field||William Carlos Williams|
|2012||The Dance||Wendell Berry|
|1954||Re-Statement of Romance||Wallace Stevens|
|1975||The Storm||Theodore Roethke|
|1896||My Wife||Robert Louis Stevenson|
|2011||The Sympathies of the Long Married||Robert Bly|
|1976||Man and Wife||Robert Lowell|
|1962||Love Comes Quietly||Robert Creeley|