I asked professors who teach the meaning of life to
tell me what is happiness.
And I went to famous executives who boss the work
of thousands of men.
They all shook their heads and gave me a smile as
though I was trying to fool with them.
And then one Sunday afternoon I wandered out along
The Desplaines River
And I saw a crowd of Hungarians underneath the trees with
their women and children and a keg of beer
and an accordian.
"The Hill Wife"
It seems to me
I can't express my feelings, any more
Than I can raise my voice or want to lift
My hand (oh, I can lift it when I have to).
Did ever you feel so? I hope you never.
-Robert Frost, excerpt
who are you,little i
(five or six years old)
peering from some high
window; at the gold
of november sunset
(and feeling:that if day
has to become night
this is a beautiful way)