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.
|1633||The Anniversary||John Donne|
|1678||To My Dear and Loving Husband||Anne Bradstreet|
|1896||My Wife||Robert Louis Stevenson|
|1916||Marriage||William Carlos Williams|
|1921||The Desolate Field||William Carlos Williams|
|1964||The Elephant is Slow to Mate||D. H. Lawrence|
|1969||A Man Meets a Woman in the Street||Randall Jarrell|
|1975||The Storm||Theodore Roethke|
|1976||Man and Wife||Robert Lowell|
|1990||Teodoro Luna's Two Kisses||Alberto Ríos|