“Forgive me if I’m thrilled with the idea, but just now I thought that every poem I write ought be called Happiness.”
Sentimental? Yes, entirely. But I adore this idea from this marvelous poet and writer who had anything but a spotless and carefree life. What a world it would be if much of what we wrote, spoke, and lived could be called Happiness. I actually have a number of moments in time, sometimes developing into days, that could be called Happiness of various sorts. Sometimes it is Bliss, other times Contentment, occasionally Peace, and very often Joy.