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Hopalong:
How Wonderful

By Irving Feldman

How wonderful to be understood,
to just sit here while some kind person
relieves you of the awful burden
of having to explain yourself, of having
to find other words to say what you meant,
or what you think you thought you meant,
and of the worse burden of finding no words,
of being struck dumb . . . because some bright person
has found just the right words for you—and you
have only to sit here and be grateful
for words so quiet so discerning they seem
not words but literate light, in which
your merely lucid blossoming grows lustrous.
How wonderful that is!

And how altogether wonderful it is
not to be understood, not at all, to, well,
just sit here while someone not unkindly
is saying those impossibly wrong things,
or quite possibly they’re the right things
if you are, which you’re not, that someone
—a difference, finally, so indifferent
it would be conceit not to let it pass,
unkindness, really, to spoil someone’s fun.
And so you don’t mind, you welcome the umbrage
of those high murmurings over your head,
having found, after all, you are grateful
—and you understand this, how wonderful!—
that you’ve been led to be quietly yourself,
like a root growing wise in darkness
under the light litter, the falling words.

Meh:
"Some flowers spoke with strong
and powerful voices, which proclaimed
in accents trumpet-tongued,"I am beautiful,
and I rule". Others murmured in tones
scarcely audible, but exquisetly soft and sweet,
"I am little, and I am beloved"."

~~  Armandine Dupin

sea storm:
Oh my.... what wonderful poems. I am so happy to see poems here.

Will come back later.

Sea

Meh:
Wanted to put a poem here about happiness without having one in mind. I guess I will know it when I see it.
It's just what is on my mind is all.

Started to think about it recently after a friend of mine said that people "need happiness". I've never thought of it as something that people need. In fact I forget about the concept in someways even though I may be aware if I am unhappy, it's a scale though really. So even if a person isn't HAPPY maybe they are at least NOT extremely unhappy. So I often think to myself without saying the exact words "I could be less happy". More or less, Things Could be Worse. Is it good enough though.

Hopalong:
 A Blessing

By James Wright

Just off the highway to Rochester, Minnesota,
Twilight bounds softly forth on the grass.
And the eyes of those two Indian ponies
Darken with kindness.
They have come gladly out of the willows
To welcome my friend and me.

We step over the barbed wire into the pasture
Where they have been grazing all day, alone.
They ripple tensely, they can hardly contain their happiness   
That we have come.
They bow shyly as wet swans. They love each other.
There is no loneliness like theirs.
   
At home once more,
They begin munching the young tufts of spring in the darkness. 
I would like to hold the slenderer one in my arms,
For she has walked over to me   
And nuzzled my left hand.
 
She is black and white,
Her mane falls wild on her forehead,
And the light breeze moves me to caress her long ear
That is delicate as the skin over a girl’s wrist.

Suddenly I realize
That if I stepped out of my body I would break
Into blossom.

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