When I read this poem last week, I thought it would make a really great wedding reading- Fidelity by Darling Husband Lawrence.
Ok, after googling it, I see that it’s being advertised as a wedding reading, but they shorten it and take out the word orgasm, haha. Which is a shame because it’s a great poem and I can’t find the full text anywhere but my book. I’ll have to type it out for you.
Fidelity and love are two different things, like a flower and a gem.
And love, like a flower, will fade, will change into something else
or it would not be flowery.
O flowers they fade because they are moving swiftly; a little torrent of life
leaps up to the summit of the stem, gleans, turns over round the bend
of the parabola of curved flight,
sinks, and is gone, like a comet curving into the invisible.
O flowers they are all the time travelling
like comets, and they come into our ken
for a day, for two days, and withdraw, slowly vanishing again.
And we, we must take them on the wing, and let them go.
Embalmed flowers are not flowers, immortelles are not flowers;
flowers are just a motion, a swift motion, a coloured gesture;
that is their loveliness. And that is love.
But a gem is much different. I lasts so much longer than we do
so much longer
that is seems to last forever.
Yet we know it is flowing away
as flowers are, and we are, only slower.
The wonderful slow flowing of the sapphire!
All flows, and every flow is related to every other flow.
Flowers and sapphires and us, diversely streaming.
In the old days, when sapphires were breathed upon and brought forth
during the wild orgasms of chaos
time was much slower, when the rocks came forth.
It took aeons to make a sapphire, aeons for it to pass away.
And a flower it takes a summer.
And a man and woman are like the earth, that brings forth flowers in summer, and love, but underneath is rock.
Older than flowers, older than ferns, older than foraminiferae
older than plasm altogether is the soul of a man underneath.
And when, throughout all the wild orgasms of love slowly a gem forms, in the ancient, once-more-molten rocks
of two human hearts, two ancient rocks, and man’s heart and a woman’s,
that is the crystal of peace, the slow hard jewel of trust, the sapphire of fidelity.
The gem of mutual peace emerging from the wild chaos of love.