Dylan Thomas

On A Wedding Anniversary

The sky is torn across 
This ragged anniversary of two 
Who moved for three years in tune 
Down the long walks of their vows. 
Now their love lies a loss 
And Love and his patients roar on a chain; 
From every tune or crater 
Carrying cloud, Death strikes their house. 
Too late in the wrong rain 
They come together whom their love parted:  
The windows pour into their heart 
And the doors burn in their brain.