Happiness

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John Ciardi - Non-Music, Pop

Happiness

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whenever I awaken and this animal in glandular reprieve curls to the Sun as glad as trout or wet as slugs crawl as fledglings nest in stink each in its own lack of confusion outright to a success that does what it does because it does it because it knows no other and what wakes is joy in the habit of the fitted habitat then I am no man but indigenous boy bright running Fields across until the fat and failing man after the boy wakes Breezy his body a separate mind his mind uneasy what am I doing dabbling here in bliss as if with the child H who pouts for more when I am dead I am too old for this and yet an idiot sings because one flower has opened nodding and the air is fuzz that strokes my skin till every pore's abuzz inanely happy out of habit and place I sip black coffee and The Morning News the collected daily rages of the race till everything's as bad as it always was and I grow serene I I have not lost my mind I recognize our disastrous humankind and am in control of my own wits again to live and die inaccurately Amen

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  • John Ciardi