Happiness poems

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Scented Herbage Of My Breast

© Walt Whitman

SCENTED herbage of my breast,

Leaves from you I yield, I write, to be perused best afterwards,

Happiness

© Louise Gluck

A man and a woman lie on a white bed.
It is morning. I think
Soon they will waken.
On the bedside table is a vase

But we were lost in a way, didn't you feel that?
The bed was like a raft; I felt us drifting
far from our natures, toward a place where we'd discover nothing.
First the sun, then the moon, in fragments,
stone through the willow.
Things anyone could see.

Confession

© Louise Gluck

To say I'm without fear--
It wouldn't be true.
I'm afraid of sickness, humiliation.
Like anyone, I have my dreams.

Ploughman Singing

© John Clare

Here morning in the ploughman's songs is met

Ere yet one footstep shows in all the sky,

Long Long Ago

© Robert Desnos

Long long ago I went through the castle of leaves
Yellowing slowly in the moss
And far away barnacles clung desperately to rocks in the sea
Your memory better still your tender presence was there too

From The Ladies Defence

© Lady Mary Chudleigh

Melissa: I've still rever'd your Order [she is responding to a Parson] as Divine;
And when I see unblemish'd Virtue shine,
When solid Learning, and substantial Sense,
Are joyn'd with unaffected Eloquence;

When Cold in the Earth

© Thomas Moore

When cold in the earth lies the friend thou hast loved,
Be his faults and his follies forgot by thee then;
Or, if from their slumber the veil be removed,
Weep o'er them in silence, and close it again.

Affliction

© George Herbert

When thou didst entice to thee my heart,
I thought the service brave:
So many joys I writ down for my part,
Besides what I might have
Out of my stock of natural delights,
Augmented with thy gracious benefits.

The Sacrifice

© George Herbert

Oh all ye, who pass by, whose eyes and mind
To worldly things are sharp, but to me blind;
To me, who took eyes that I might you find:
Was ever grief like mine?

Falling Water

© Joseph Mayo Wristen

The nights are lonely here without her,
I will be with her soon;
Our happiness.

Happiness

© Alan Alexander Milne

John had
Great Big
Waterproof
Boots on;

Clemente's Images

© Robert Creeley

by animal's hand and stuck
upon a vacant corpse

The Rain

© Robert Creeley

All night the sound had
come back again,
and again falls
this quite, persistent rain.

Song

The weight of the world
is love.
Under the burden
of solitude,
under the burden
of dissatisfaction

For The One Who Would Not Take His Life In His Hands

Athlete, virtuoso,
Training for happiness,
Bend arm and knee, and seek
The body's sharp distress,

Tired And Unhappy, You Think Of Houses

Tired and unhappy, you think of houses
Soft-carpeted and warm in the December evening,
While snow's white pieces fall past the window,
And the orange firelight leaps.