Pour the wine bridegroom <br />where before you the <br />bride is enthroned her hair <br /> <br />loose at her temples a head <br />of ripe wheat is on <br />the wall beside her the <br /> <br />guests seated at long tables <br />the bagpipers are ready <br />there is a hound under <br /> <br />the table the bearded Mayor <br />is present women in their <br />starched headgear are <br /> <br />gabbing all but the bride <br />hands folded in her <br />lap is awkwardly silent simple <br /> <br />dishes are being served <br />clabber and what not <br />from a trestle made of an <br /> <br />unhinged barn door by two <br />helpers one in a red <br />coat a spoon in his hatband.<br /><br />William Carlos Williams<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/peasant-wedding/
