poem for today

its funny, i was always told that when you reach middle age (whatever that means), its all about death, marriage and birth – and i always thought, but i am not the same as everyone else, my life is going to be different,  i am not going to conform to the rules of normal life and here i am middle aged and celebrating a funeral and a wedding in the same week, with the advent of an impending birth . my nephew is marrying his girlfriend today, so this poem is especially for them.

Carry her over the water,
And set her down under the tree,
Where the culvers white all days and all night,
And the winds from every quarter,
Sing agreeably, agreeably, agreeably of love.

Put a gold ring on her finger,
And press her close to your heart,
While the fish in the lake snapshots take,
And the frog, that sanguine singer,
Sing agreeably, agreeably, agreeably of love.

The streets shall flock to your marriage,
The houses turn round to look,
The tables and chairs say suitable prayers,
And the horses drawing your carriage
Sing agreeably, agreeably, agreeably of love.

W. H. Auden

taken from Penguin’s poems for love, selected by Laura Barber

what i love about poetry, is that when you only have 10 mins,  you can just pick up a book, and  choose a poem to read – there is no storyline to understand, no complicated character study – with books i spend so much time flicking back to the beginning trying to remember who was who.   i just dont seem to have the time to read books in whole big chunks of time, so it can take me a month to read.

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