Borrowed Copper Sonnet

This sonnet, written by one of the few female poets of the 17th century, Anne Bradstreet, is a poem in praise of her husband. It suits my own dear relationship with Copper right now. I am steeped in roaring love and adoration of the incredible man I share my life, my heart, my faith, my children, and my future with.


If ever two were one, then surely we.
If ever man were loved by wife, then thee;
If ever wife was happy in a man,
Compare with me ye women if you can.
I prize thy love more that whole mines of gold,
Or all the riches that the East doth hold.
My love is such that rivers cannot quench,
Nor ought but love from thee give recompense.
Thy love is such I can no way repay,
The heavens reward thee manifold I pray.
Then while we live, in love let’s so persever,
That when we live no more, we may live ever.