I love this poem.
On Removing the Wedding Band
As though undreaming the mountain
from the sea or tweezering hands from
a watch, a quick-fix change of regimes:
a democracy lost to a monarchy, an empty sudden
village, and elsewhere the wedding party lining up
like a lost tribe of refugees. As though a reverse
whisper of vows into a pageant of elegant ears
when the heat in the O cooled its “till death do us,”
and the storm inside seething below
the flowers, gowns, and cake, its own Institution.
-Major Jackson
from the collection Holding Company
listen to the poem here
On Removing the Wedding Band
As though undreaming the mountain
from the sea or tweezering hands from
a watch, a quick-fix change of regimes:
a democracy lost to a monarchy, an empty sudden
village, and elsewhere the wedding party lining up
like a lost tribe of refugees. As though a reverse
whisper of vows into a pageant of elegant ears
when the heat in the O cooled its “till death do us,”
and the storm inside seething below
the flowers, gowns, and cake, its own Institution.
-Major Jackson
from the collection Holding Company
listen to the poem here
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