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Tell me your favourite poetry/ prose for wedding readings?

37 replies

Laugs · 22/05/2008 16:07

Nothing too sacharine sweet or too 'poetic'

20th/21st century if poss

Preferably pieces people haven't heard before

A bit of humour wouldn't go amiss.

I have an MA in modern literature, so people will have expectations of me!

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MrsBadger · 22/05/2008 16:24

we had Mog Edwards' speech from Under Milk Wood beginning 'I am a draper mad with love' and a bit of Victor Hugo about the nature of love (which mentions the soul so won't be allowed at a civil do)

[rummages]
freely translated from Les Miserables :

Love is part of the soul itself - it is of the same nature. Like the soul, it is a divine spark; like the soul, it is incorruptible, indivisible, imperishable. It is a point of fire that exists within us, which is immortal and infinite, which nothing can confine, and which nothing can extinguish.
We feel it burning even to the very marrow of our bones, and we see it shining in the very depths of heaven. All things are contained in love, and those who love will understand how to find them there. Without love, the sun itself would falter and grow dark.

jingleyjen · 22/05/2008 16:26

my sister read this at our wedding

I still think it is totally beautiful

Captain Corelli's Mandolin
Louis de Bernieres

Love is a temporary madness,
it erupts like volcanoes and then subsides.
And when it subsides you have to make a decision.
You have to work out whether your roots have so entwined together
that it is inconceivable that you should ever part.
Because this is what love is.
Love is not breathlessness,
it is not excitement,
it is not the promulgation of eternal passion.
That is just being "in love" which any fool can do.
Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away,
and this is both an art and a fortunate accident.
Those that truly love, have roots that grow towards each other underground,
and when all the pretty blossom have fallen from their branches,
they find that they are one tree and not two.

TheDevilWearsPrimark · 22/05/2008 16:28

I'm looking for something like that too, I am doing a reading and speech at a wedding this summer, and it's a bit of a punk wedding, iyswim.

GooseyLoosey · 22/05/2008 16:29

Ben Okri - to an Anglish friend in Africa - we had it at our wedding. End of it is as follows:

Live slowly, think slowly, for time is a mystery.
Never forget that love
Requires that you be
The greatest person you are capable of being,
Self-generating and strong and gentle-
Your own hero and star.

Love demands the best in us
To always and in time overcome the worst
And lowest in our souls.
Love the world wisely.

It is love alone that is the greatest weapon
And the deepest and hardest secret.

So fear not, my friend.
The darkness is gentler than you think.
Be grateful for the manifold
Dreams of creation
And the many ways of unnumbered peoples.

Be grateful for life as you live it.
And may a wonderful light
Always guide you on the unfolding road

EffiePerine · 22/05/2008 16:29

My BIL had a bit from Two Men in a Boat

I think you shoud choose something personal to you, rather than one of the 'standard' readings. Any authors you particularly like?

NeverSayNever · 22/05/2008 16:29

I had this for my wedding.

Apache Wedding Blessing

Now you will feel no rain,
For each of you will be shelter to the other.
Now you will feel no cold,
For each of you will be warmth to the other.
Now there is no more loneliness,
For each of you will be companion to the other.
Now you are two bodies,
But there is one life before you.
Go now to your dwelling place,
To enter into the days of your togetherness.
And may your days be good and long upon the earth.

SirDigbyChickenCaesar · 22/05/2008 16:32

These Rings by Gael Turnbull

THese rings that we exchange
renew themselves as the unwearied surf
taht garlands but never binds
the coastline of an island
from which love ever sails
towards the horizon's circle
always further
beyond which we cannot reach
and all of these
are emblems of our taking of each other
no more restricted
than is that earth
by the enfolding of the sea.

taht's my very favouritest.

TheDevilWearsPrimark · 22/05/2008 16:34

I wanna make you smile,
Whenever you're sad.
Carry you around when your arthritis is bad.
All I wanna do,
Is grow old with you.
I'll get you medicine,
When your tummy aches.
Build you a fire if the furnace breaks.
Oh it could be so nice,
Growin' old with you.
I'll miss you, kiss you,
Give you my coat when you are cold.
Need you, feed you.
Even let you hold the remote control.
So let me do the dishes in our kitchen sink.
Put you to bed when you've had too much to drink.
Oh I could be the man,
Who grows old with you.
I wanna grow old with you.

pmsl

Laugs · 22/05/2008 16:35

ooh thanks for the good suggestions.

I've found this one I quite like, but it's obviously a bit more about lust than marriage, so it'd be good to have something that sounds a bit more serious too!

What do you think? Don't know if it's a bit rude! (or if I care)

Valentine
By John Fuller

The things about you I appreciate
May seem indelicate:
I'd like to find you in the shower
And chase the soap for half an hour.
I'd like to have you in my power
And see your eyes dilate.
I'd like to have your back to scour
And other parts to lubricate.
Sometimes I feel it is my fate
To chase you screaming up a tower
Or make you cower
By asking you to differentiate
Nietzsche from Schopenhauer.
I'd like successfully to guess your weight
And win you at a fete.
I'd like to offer you a flower.

I like the hair upon your shoulders,
Falling like water over boulders.
I like the shoulders, too: they are essential.
Your collar-bones have great potential
(I'd like all your particulars in folders
Marked Confidential).

I like your cheeks, I like your nose,
I like the way your lips disclose
The neat arrangement f your teeth
(Half above and half beneath)
In rows.
I like your eyes, I like their fringes.
The way they focus on me gives me twinges.
Your upper arms drive me berserk.
I like the way your elbows work,
On hinges.

I like your wrists, I like your glands,
I like the fingers on your hands.
I'd like to teach them how to count,
And certain things we might exchange,
Something familiar for something strange.
I'd like to give you just the right amount
And get some change.

I like it when you tilt your cheek up.
I like the way you nod and hold a teacup.
I like your legs when you unwind them.
Even in trousers I don't mind them.
I like each softly-moulded kneecap.
I like the little crease behind them.
I'd always know, without recap,
Where to find them.

I like the sculpture of your ears.
I like the way your profile disappears
Whenever you decide to turn and face me.
I'd like to cross two hemispheres
And have you chase me.
I'd like to smuggle you across frontiers
Or sail with you at night into Tangiers.
I'd like you to embrace me.

I'd like to see you ironing your skirt
And cancelling other dates.
I'd like to button up your shirt.
I like the way your chest inflates.
I'd like to soothe you when you're hurt
Or frightened senseless by invertebrates.

I'd like you even if you were malign
And had a yen for sudden homicide.
I'd let you put insecticide
Into my wine.
I'd even like you if you were the Bride of Frankenstein
Or something ghoulish out of Mamoulian's Jekyll and Hyde.
I'd even like you as my Julian
Of Norwich or Cathleen ni Houlihan.
How melodramatic
If you were something muttering in attics
Like Mrs Rochester or a student of Boolean mathematics.
You are the end of self-abuse.
You are the eternal feminine.
I'd like to find a good excuse
To call on you and find you in.
I'd like to put my hand beneath your chin.
And see you grin.
I'd like to taste your Charlotte Russe,
I'd like to feel my lips upon your skin,
I'd like to make you reproduce.
I'd like you in my confidence.
I'd like to be your second look.
I'd like to let you try the French Defence
And mate you with my rook.
I'd like to be your preference
And hence
I'd like to be around when you unhook.
I'd like to be your only audience,
The final name in your appointment book,
Your future tense.

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SirDigbyChickenCaesar · 22/05/2008 16:35

LOL TDWP! i love that movie!

Laugs · 22/05/2008 16:43

EffiePerine, I think it should be something personal too,which is why I've been turned off by the traditional readings.

Most of my favourite writers - although to me are uplifting, beauttiful - would just sound far too sad for a wedding! Isn't it always the way that the best stuff relies on the sadness rather than the joy of life? I'm having the same problem with choosing music.

When we get divorced I will have the perfect soundtrack!

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EffiePerine · 22/05/2008 16:44

Which authors do you like? They might have a (well) hidden cheerful side

Re: music again I would go with what you really like. We had Bach's goldberg variations and See the Conquering Hero Comes (church wedding)

Laugs · 22/05/2008 16:44

beautiful

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Laugs · 22/05/2008 16:44

beautiful

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TheDevilWearsPrimark · 22/05/2008 16:48

I like that one Laugs but can't work out the beat. I'd imagine myself stumbling over it.

Marina · 22/05/2008 16:48

Laugs, ds is reading the last chapter of The Young Visiters, by Daisy Ashford, in which Mr Salteena finally wins Ethel's hand in marriage, for a family wedding this summer.
It's very funny and sweet

Laugs · 22/05/2008 16:50

music-wise I am currently having a 'Handle With Care" by Traveling Wilburys moment! A bit bitter-sweet I suppose and it kind of implies we're a bit later in life than in our twenties, but I just love it!

Oh the sweet smell of success...

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Laugs · 22/05/2008 16:52

TDWP - the beat is what I like about it. It took me a couple of times to get it, but then I thought it was amazing. Love the sudden pauses. Not one to hand to a nervous brdiesmaid on the morning though...

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EffiePerine · 22/05/2008 16:52

if you like Jerome K Jerome, this is the bit DH chose:

The first list we made out had to be discarded. It was clear that the upper reaches of the Thames would not allow of the navigation of a boat sufficiently large to take the things we had set down as indispensable; so we tore the list up, and looked at one another!

George said:

"You know we are on a wrong track altogether. We must not think of the things we could do with, but only of the things that we can't do without."

George comes out really quite sensible at times. You'd be surprised. I call that downright wisdom, not merely as regards the present case, but with reference to our trip up the river of life, generally. How many people, on that voyage, load up the boat till it is ever in danger of swamping with a store of foolish things which they think essential to the pleasure and comfort of the trip, but which are really only useless lumber.

How they pile the poor little craft mast-high with fine clothes and big houses; with useless servants, and a host of swell friends that do not care twopence for them, and that they do not care three ha'pence for; with expensive entertainments that nobody enjoys, with formalities and fashions, with pretence and ostentation, and with - oh, heaviest, maddest lumber of all! - the dread of what will my neighbour think, with luxuries that only cloy, with pleasures that bore, with empty show that, like the criminal's iron crown of yore, makes to bleed and swoon the aching head that wears it!

It is lumber, man - all lumber! Throw it overboard. It makes the boat so heavy to pull, you nearly faint at the oars. It makes it so cumbersome and dangerous to manage, you never know a moment's freedom from anxiety and care, never gain a moment's rest for dreamy laziness - no time to watch the windy shadows skimming lightly o'er the shallows, or the glittering sunbeams flitting in and out among the ripples, or the great trees by the margin looking down at their own image, or the woods all green and golden, or the lilies white and yellow, or the sombre- waving rushes, or the sedges, or the orchis, or the blue forget-me-nots.

Throw the lumber over, man! Let your boat of life be light, packed with only what you need - a homely home and simple pleasures, one or two friends, worth the name, someone to love and someone to love you, a cat, a dog, and a pipe or two, enough to eat and enough to wear, and a little more than enough to drink; for thirst is a dangerous thing.

You will find the boat easier to pull then, and it will not be so liable to upset, and it will not matter so much if it does upset; good, plain merchandise will stand water. You will have time to think as well as to work. Time to drink in life's sunshine - time to listen to the AEolian music that the wind of God draws from the human heart-strings around us - time to -

I beg your pardon, really. I quite forgot.

EffiePerine · 22/05/2008 16:55

and one for Marina:

What seas what shores what grey rocks and what islands
What water lapping the bow
And scent of pine and the woodthrush singing through the fog
What images return
O my daughter.

Those who sharpen the tooth of the dog, meaning
Death
Those who glitter with the glory of the hummingbird, meaning
Death
Those who sit in the sty of contentment, meaning
Death
Those who suffer the ecstasy of the animals, meaning
Death

Are become insubstantial, reduced by a wind,
A breath of pine, and the woodsong fog
By this grace dissolved in place

What is this face, less clear and clearer
The pulse in the arm, less strong and stronger?
Given or lent? more distant than stars and nearer than the eye
Whispers and small laughter between leaves and hurrying feet
Under sleep, where all the waters meet.

Bowsprit cracked with ice and paint cracked with heat.
I made this, I have forgotten
And remember.
The rigging weak and the canvas rotten
Between one June and another September.
Made this unknowing, half conscious, unknown, my own.
The garboard strake leaks, the seams need caulking.
This form, this face, this life
Living to live in a world of time beyond me; let me
Resign my life for this life, my speech for that unspoken,
The awakened, lips parted, the hope, the new ships.

What seas what shores what granite islands towards my timbers
And woodthrush calling through the fog
My daughter.

EffiePerine · 22/05/2008 16:55

not love as such I suppose, but the start of a journey, which is what a wedding should be about?

Laugs · 22/05/2008 17:00

that JKJ is pretty much spot on! great suggestion.

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expatkat · 22/05/2008 17:02

Here's a beautiful sonnet by Alice Oswald who is, as far as I'm concerned, one of the most important poets writing today.

Wedding

From time to time our love is like a sail
and when the sail begins to alternate
from tack to tack, it's like a swallowtail
and when the swallow flies it's like a coat;
and if the coat is yours, it has a tear
like a wide mouth and when the mouth begins
to draw the wind, it's like a trumpeter
and when the trumpet blows, it blows like millions. . .
and this, my love, when millions come and go
beyond the need of us, is like a trick;
and when the trick begins, it's like a toe
tip-toeing on a rope, which is like luck;
and when the luck begins, it's like a wedding,
which is like love, which is like everything.

This poem comes from her first collection, The Thing in The Gap-Stone Style. There's another at least one other wedding poem in that same collection. I recommend getting that book--it's amazing (as are her other 2).

slayerette · 22/05/2008 17:17

Let me put it this way:
if you came to lay

your sleeping head
against my arm or sleeve,

and if my arm went dead,
or if I had to take my leave

at midnight, I should rather
cleave it from the joint or seam

than make a scene
or bring you round.

There,
how does that sound?

Simon Armitage (final section of 'Reading the Banns' from his collection Book of Matches)

crochetdiva · 22/05/2008 17:44

How about this:

You?re the Why ? Ian Dury and the Blockheads

I shuffled through the modes of bad behaviour
And hankered for the desolated dawn
I couldn't cope with yet another saviour
To steer me from the way that I was born

Then like a ton of bricks the dawn descended
Recalcitrance was hurtled to the floor
The citadel lay breached and undefended
You brought a love I'd never known before

I'll want you till the seasons lose their mystery
I'll need you till the birds forget to fly
I'll love you more than anyone in history
Wherever there's a wherefore you're the why

or this:

The Prophet on Marriage
by Khalil Gibran

Then Almitra spoke again and said...
"And what of Marriage, master?"
And he answered saying:

You were born together,
and together you shall be forevermore.

You shall be together when the white wings
of death scatter your days.

Aye, you shall be together even in the
silent memory of God.

But let there be spaces in your togetherness,
And let the winds of the heavens dance between you.

Love one another, but make not a bond of love.
Let it rather be a moving sea between
the shores of your souls.

Fill each other's cup but drink not from one cup.
Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf.

Sing and dance together and be joyous,
but let each of you be alone,

Even as the strings of a lute are alone
though they quiver with the same music.

Give your hearts, but not into each other's keeping.
For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts.

And stand together, yet not too near together.
For the pillars of the temple stand apart,

And the oak tree and the cypress
grow not in each other's shadow.