This poem was read at our wedding
It is a Beauteous Evening, Calm and Free
by Williams Wordsworth
It is a beauteous evening, calm and free,
The holy time is quiet as a Nun
Breathless with adoration; the broad sun
Is sinking down in its tranquillity;
The gentleness of heaven broods o’er the Sea:
Listen! the mighty Being is awake,
And doth with his eternal motion make
A sound like thunder–everlastingly.
Dear Child! dear Girl! that walkest with me here,
If thou appear untouched by solemn thought,
Thy nature is not therefore less divine:
Thou liest in Abraham’s bosom all the year;
And worship’st at the Temple’s inner shrine,
God being with thee when we know it not.
And this is a poem I wrote Erin for our first anniversary:
Bonfires, Firecrackers, and Iron Mountain Road
I am a spark, of bright light
and low heat.
In the summer, in America, children play in sprinklers,
like dancing tribal warriors.
You are like them, smelling grass,
and drinking milkshakes.
Swings at twilight still mean something
fences are mere pageantry.
There is a cave on Iron Mountain Road
that I never saw, because I expired quickly.
But you would take me there if you could,
Because you smolder like a
Blushing
Amber
glow
Of
searing
innocent
heat
Like the summer fire children watch
When firecrackers snap.
austin pfeiffer 