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October 12th, 2011
Veronica and Omar, part 3: reception

This post is Part 3 of a 3-part series. Read Part 1 – Read Part 2 – Read Part 3

I’m enjoying the variety of experiences and perspectives suggested by this selection of wedding reception photos. So many types of love shine through in the faces and gestures we captured that day. Omar impressed me once again with his bravery and passion when he did yet another thing I’d be terrified to do: he sang a love ballad for his new bride. Boy, did he sing. Veronica told me he’s a karaoke star, and now I know why. He gave his all to that song. It was incredible.

While thinking about brave, passionate love, especially love that transcends time and physics and all of that ordinary stuff, I looked around and found this poem by Hafiz. (You probably knew it was just a matter of time before Hafiz had his say on this blog.)

Congratulations, Veronica and Omar! May your lives together be full of bliss. Thank you for letting me be a part of this day.

LOVE SONG

I taste what you taste. I know the kind of lyrics your
Soul most likes. I know which sounds will become
Resplendent in your mind and bring such pleasure
Your feet will jump and whirl.

I have no use for divine patience — my lips are always
Burning and everywhere. I am running from every corner
Of this world and sky wanting to kiss you.

I am rioting at your door;
I am spinning in midair like golden falling leaves
Trying to win your glance.

I am sweetly rolling against your walls and shores
All night, even though you are asleep. I am singing from
The mouths of animals and birds. . . to let
you know the Beautiful Truth.

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October 8th, 2011
Gladys and Ed, part 3: reception

This post is Part 3 of a 3-part series. Read Part 1 – Read Part 2 – Read Part 3

Since these photos are of events taking place at a winery, I felt it was important to give you some love poetry about wine. I’d forgotten about this poem until I ran across it today. It was written by the amazing Billy Collins for his wife.

Please note the appearance in this post of yet another stellar bouquet toss photo by Patrick. How does he do it?

LITANY

Billy Collins

You are the bread and the knife,
The crystal goblet and the wine…
-Jacques Crickillon

You are the bread and the knife,
the crystal goblet and the wine.
You are the dew on the morning grass
and the burning wheel of the sun.
You are the white apron of the baker,
and the marsh birds suddenly in flight.

However, you are not the wind in the orchard,
the plums on the counter,
or the house of cards.
And you are certainly not the pine-scented air.
There is just no way that you are the pine-scented air.

It is possible that you are the fish under the bridge,
maybe even the pigeon on the general’s head,
but you are not even close
to being the field of cornflowers at dusk.

And a quick look in the mirror will show
that you are neither the boots in the corner
nor the boat asleep in its boathouse.

It might interest you to know,
speaking of the plentiful imagery of the world,
that I am the sound of rain on the roof.

I also happen to be the shooting star,
the evening paper blowing down an alley
and the basket of chestnuts on the kitchen table.

I am also the moon in the trees
and the blind woman’s tea cup.
But don’t worry, I’m not the bread and the knife.
You are still the bread and the knife.
You will always be the bread and the knife,
not to mention the crystal goblet and–somehow–the wine.

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