To a Wedding

By William Logan b. 1950 William Logan
The city humid, the church rusty and Baroque, and the directions appalling,
the Miami sky turned gray as a blanket, and soon tropical rain was falling;
the priest repeatedly invoked the Beast in View, as if he were stalling;
and in the back a few ushers whipped out their cell phones and started calling.
What of the palm scrub, through which mildewed creatures came crawling,
or the two cousins from Chicago, who at the reception couldn't stop brawling?
All weddings are madness, and except for the sherbet-hued bridesmaids not even a little enthralling.
But the stooped and aged, what in their moth-eaten hours were they recalling?
Some first nervous kiss, perhaps, the razor of a touch, and all that "Baby Doll"-ing;
then the mortgage in Opa-Locka, nine months of waiting, and half a life of squalling.

Source: Poetry (November 2008).

Biography

Poet and critic William Logan was born in Boston in 1950 and earned degrees from Yale University and the Iowa Writers’ Workshop. Since 1975, his work—both poetry and criticism—has regularly appeared in major journals and publications such as the New Yorker, the New York Times, the Paris Review, Poetry, and the New Criterion. He is the author of numerous books of poetry, including Sad-Faced Men (1982), Sullen Weedy Lakes (1988), . . .

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SUBJECT Living, Marriage & Companionship, Relationships, Family & Ancestors, Humor & Satire, Social Commentaries, Life Choices

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