In recognition of current news regarding same sex marriage in the UK, here’s a poem on the topic from Ian Duhig. It’s from his collection The Speed of Dark from early 2007, so it’s not the most current of treatments of the subject as you’ll see.
I’ve shared some Duhig before, it was from the same collection, too.
Let no one to the marriage of true minds
raise barriers or admit impediments:
love is not love that alteration finds
for bishops, governors or presidents –
Bush claims ‘our fundamental institution’
is somehow by your wedding under threat,
then seeks to tamper with the Constitution.
His Press Room echoes like a minaret.
I stretch the metre of an antique song
that your true rights may shine through my dull ink,
for poets sometimes do stand up to wrong
if not as often as we like to think.
But if I lie, then Shakespeare couldn’t scan,
no woman woman loved, nor man loved man.
View the intro/roundup.