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.
|1870||Marriage Morning||Lord Alfred Tennyson|
|2015||Golden Anniversary||Wislawa Szymborska|
|1962||Love Comes Quietly||Robert Creeley|
|1917||The Awakening||James Weldon Johnson|
|2015||Self-Portrait at 36 w/ David||Ellen Hagan|