Spent some time tonight reviewing possible readings for some upcoming wedding ceremony Iâ€™m a part of (because Iâ€™m the groom). The officiant provided us a lengthy document with lots of ill-formatted poems, quotes, and lyrics.
After I read through the whole document, I decided to head to one of my bookshelves and flip through some poetry books. I picked up a collection of Edna St. Vincent Millay. I opened to the table of contents and found some poems I previously highlighted.
Sorrow. Ashes of Life. This one.
Perhaps this was the wrong person to turn to for love poetry.