Wedding Day


noise of a ring sliding onto a finger

supposing he did say that?
we came by the front
sea fog twisting light above the pebbles
towards the cliffs towards the sea

i made this pact, intelligence
shall not replace intuition, sitting here
my hand cold on the typewriter
flicking the corner of the paper. he

came from the toilet wearing
a suit, people
didn’t recognise him, down the length of
corridor. the room
was wooden, sunlight we stood in a half circle

noise of two cine-cameras

i wonder what’s wrong with her
face, she said, because
there’s nothing wrong with it really i
inhabit a place just to the left of that phrase. from

a bath the father took champagne later
whiskey. through the window we watched the frigate’s
orange rail drifting to shore

i mean if you’re taking that
we rode in a train watching the dog move

noise of a bicycle freewheeling downhill

from Collected Poems (Carcanet, 2003), copyright Tom Raworth 2003, used by permission of the author and the publisher

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