A Little Break

I hope you’ve all been having a great weekend. I’ve been doing a bit of reading but mainly getting ready for some family members who are visiting this week so I’m going to take a few days off from the blog. I have so much to tell you too as I went to a library sale, have finished and started some books and all other kinds of bookish stuff but I’m going to wait until I have a bit more time. I hope you’ve been reading lots of good stories and can’t wait to catch up with you later in the week.

For now, I’ll leave you with this poem which I read this weekend and really liked.

Happiness by Amy Lowell

Happiness, to some, elation;
Is, to others, mere stagnation.
Days of passive somnolence,
At its wildest, indolence.
Hours of empty quietness,
No delight, and no distress.
Happiness to me is wine,
Effervescent, superfine.
Full of tang and fiery pleasure,
Far too hot to leave me leisure
For a single thought beyond it.
Drunk! Forgetful! This the bond: it
Means to give one’s soul to gain
Life’s quintessence. Even pain
Pricks to livelier living, then
Wakes the nerves to laugh again,
Rapture’s self is three parts sorrow.
Although we must die to-morrow,
Losing every thought but this;
Torn, triumphant, drowned in bliss.
Happiness: We rarely feel it.
I would buy it, beg it, steal it,
Pay in coins of dripping blood
For this one transcendent good.