Poem for the Weekend #1

Introducing a new series – the sharing of a favourite poem every weekend. Because I know some of you must love poetry as much as me. (That would be a lot.) Here is an old favourite that I wish I had written.

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Prayer for a Marriage

When we are old one night and the moon
arcs over the house like an antique
China saucer and the teacup sun

follows somewhere far behind
I hope the stars deepen to a shine
so bright you could read by it

if you liked and the sadness
we will have known go away
for awhile – in this hour or two

before sleep – and that we kiss
standing in the kitchen not fighting
gravity so much as embodying

its sweet force, and I hope we kiss
like we do today knowing so much
good is said in this primitive tongue

from the wild first surprising ones
to the lower dizzy ten thousand
infinitely slower ones—and I hope

while we stand there in the kitchen
making tea and kissing, the whistle
of the teapot wakes the neighbors.

  • Oh, this is really beautiful… I also wish I had written it (but I’m just glad to have read it today too).