Sunday, 14 February 2016

Independent Celebrant | St Valentine's day | Choosing your favourite love poem

It is easy to be cynical about the commercialisation of this day but I love the old English belief that today is the day that the birds choose their partners and if you listen closely to the dawn chorus, you can hear them singing with especial passion.
I have a great love of books and of poetry, so I have chosen three very different love poems to mark this romantic day. Maybe one will inspire you for your Wedding readings?


I believe there is a love poem to suit every love and every couple. I've also learnt that every couple has a very different idea as to what makes their wedding romantic. When two people decide to celebrate their love with family and friends, as an Independent Celebrant, I feel it is vital that I create a ceremony that is as individual as they are.




 W.B. Yeats
He Wishes for Cloths of Heaven
 
 
Had I the heaven's embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams
 
 
Rock doves by Pippa Unwin
 
 
Edwin Muir
The Confirmation
 
Yes, yours, my love, is the right human face.
I in my mind had waited for this long,
Seeing the false and searching for the true,
 Then found you as a traveller finds a place
 of welcome suddenly amidst the wrong
Valleys and rocks and twisting roads. But you,
What shall I call you? A fountain in a waste,
A well of water in a country dry,
Or anything that's honest and good, an eye
That makes the whole world bright. Your open heart,
Simple with giving, gives the primal deed,
The first good world, the blossom and the blowing seed,
The hearth, the steadfast land, the wandering sea.
Not beautiful, or rare in every part.
but like yourself, as they were meant to be.
 
 
 
 
Adrian Mitchell 
Celia, Celia
 
When I am sad and weary,
When I think all hope is gone,
When I walk along High Holborn
I think of you with nothing on
 
 
 
If you are thinking of having a ceremony and simply can't remember the title of a poem you once loved, please don't hesitate to contact me. I love tracking down poems and readings!
 
For beautiful carvings and sculptures do have a look at this talented sculptor Pippa Unwin.
 

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