Happiness poems
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Mabel Osborne
© Edgar Lee Masters
Your red blossoms amid green leaves
Are drooping, beautiful geranium!
But you do not ask for water.
You cannot speak! You do not need to speak --
Lilian Stewart
© Edgar Lee Masters
I was the daughter of Lambert Hutchins,
Born in a cottage near the grist-mill,
Reared in the mansion there on the hill,
With its spires, bay-windows, and roof of slate.
Dearth
© James Whitcomb Riley
I hold your trembling hand to-night-- and yet
I may not know what wealth of bliss is mine,
O Glorious France
© Edgar Lee Masters
You have become a forge of snow-white fire,
A crucible of molten steel, O France!
Your sons are stars who cluster to a dawn
And fade in light for you, O glorious France!
Thursos Landing
© Robinson Jeffers
In the night Reave dreamed that Helen
Lay with him in the deep grave, he awoke loathing her,
But when the weak moment between sleep and waking
Was past, his need of her and his judgment of her
Knew their suspended duel; and he heard her breathing,
Irregularly, gently in the dark.
Chords
© Madison Julius Cawein
When love delays, when love delays and Joy
Steals a strange shadow o'er the happy hills,
And Hope smiles from To-morrow, nor fulfills
One promise of To-day, thy sight would cloy
This soul with loved despair
By seeing thee so fair.
Herbert Marshall
© Edgar Lee Masters
All your sorrow, Louise, and hatred of me
Sprang from your delusion that it was wantonness
Of spirit and contempt of your soul's rights
Which made me turn to Annabelle and forsake you.
I Live, I Die, I Burn, I Drown
© Delmira Agustini
I live, I die, I burn, I drown
I endure at once chill and cold
Life is at once too soft and too hard
I have sore troubles mingled with joys
Yesterday and Today XII
© Khalil Gibran
The gold-hoarder walked in his palace park and with him walked his troubles
The Heroic Enthusiasts - Part The Second =Fourth Dialogue=.
© Giordano Bruno
SEV. You will see the origin of the nine blind men, who state nine
reasons and special causes of their blindness, and yet they all agree in
one general reason and one common enthusiasm.
Song of the Flower XXIII
© Khalil Gibran
At dawn I unite with the breeze
To announce the coming of light;
At eventide I join the birds
In bidding the light farewell.
Peace XVIII
© Khalil Gibran
The tempest calmed after bending the branches of the trees and leaning heavily upon the grain in the field
Before the Throne of Beauty XXVI
© Khalil Gibran
One heavy day I ran away from the grim face of society and the dizzying clamor of the city and directed my weary step to the spacious alley
On Love and the Likes of It
© Sukasah Syahdan
despite what lexicographers say
love, life, happiness
and the likes of them--
ladies and gentlemen,
are verbs
Be Not Too Proud
© Sukasah Syahdan
Though Thou succeeded finally
in shunning his mortal body
with every beat of my heart
he shall be living eternally
A Letter
© Sukasah Syahdan
a penny for your thoughts my dear how are you
got things to tell got to stand naked before you
disintegration now depicts my inner me were you
here you might see no difference within but you
Juliet After The Masquerade. By Thompson
© Letitia Elizabeth Landon
SHE left the festival, for it seem'd dim
Now that her eye no longer dwelt on him,
