Jorie Graham from Hybrids of Plants and Ghosts
Tag: happiness
The Suitor — Jane Kenyon
We lie back to back. Curtains
lift and fall,
like the chest of someone sleeping.
Wind moves the leaves of the box elder;
they show their light undersides,
turning all at once
like a school of fish.
Suddenly I understand that I am happy.
For months this feeling
has been coming closer, stopping
for short visits, like a timid suitor.
we drove through miles and miles of forest fire zone and awoke, enmeshed, dazed, to find ourselves on an island where the sun shone, just for us, each day.
Poem
A line of hills
Then a line of hills where the grass ends
And heat travels through trees
Into a happiness
Akin to the great happiness of imaginary children
Whitens the sky
How wonderful and final
My life becomes
The grit of the deathbed earth grows soft
A flight of swifts
Lifts an agate meadow to the sky
Kittenish alpine blown-apart dandelion
I have caught sight of my true friend
Rounding the hillside in his cloak of rain
—Donald Revell
Virginia Woolf, Mrs. Dalloway
Little Bristling Soul 