Image by James Clarke

Epithalamion

Epithalamion

Singing, today I married my white girl
beautiful in a barley field.
Green on thy finger a grass blade curled,
so with this ring I thee wed, I thee wed,
and send our love to the loveless world
of all the living and all the dead.

Now, no more than vulnerable human,
we, more than one, less than two,
are nearly ourselves in a barley field -
and only love is the rent that's due
though the bailiffs of time return anew
to all the living but not the dead.

Shipwrecked, the sun sinks down harbours
of a sky, unloads its liquid cargoes
of marigolds, and I and my white girl
lie still in the barley - who else wishes
to speak, what more can be said
by all the living against all the dead?

Come then all you wedding guests:
green ghosts of trees, gold of barley,
you blackbird priests in the field,
you wind that shakes the pansy head
fluttering on a stalk like a butterfly;
come the living and come the dead.

Listen flowers, birds, winds, worlds,
tell all today that I married
more than a white girl in the barley -
for today I took to my human bed
flower and bird and wind and world,
and all the living and all the dead.


from New and Collected Poems (Hutchinson, 2003), copyright © Dannie Abse 2003, used by permission of the author

Recordings

Dannie Abse Reading from his Poems

1Epithalamion

2Photograph and White Tulips

3Mysteries

4Hunt the thimble

5Horse

6Return to Cardiff

7Cousin Sidney

8A new diary

9Not Adlestrop

10Snake

11The Relic

12Pathology of colours

13Peachstone

14In the theatre

15Tuberculosis

16Pantomime diseases

17O Taste and See

18Refugee

19Meurig Dafydd to his Mistress

20Lament of Heledd

21Touch Wood

22A Letter from Ogmore-by-Sea

23Last Words

Books by Dannie Abse