Classic and Contemporary Poetry
JOY SUPREME, by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES Poet Analysis First Line: The birds are pirates of her notes Last Line: Her soft warm bosom swell on mine. Alternate Author Name(s): Davies, W. H. Subject(s): Happiness; Joy; Delight | ||||||||
THE birds are pirates of her notes, The blossoms steal her face's light; The stars in ambush lie all day, To take her glances for the night. Her voice can shame rain-pelted leaves; Young robin has no notes as sweet In autumn, when the air is still, And all the other birds are mute. When I set eyes on ripe, red plums That seem a sin and shame to bite, Such are her lips, which I would kiss, And still would keep before my sight. When I behold proud gossamer Make silent billows in the air, Then think I of her head's fine stuff, Finer than gossamer's, I swear. The miser has his joy, with gold Beneath his pillow in the night; My head shall lie on soft warm hair, And misers know not that delight. Captains that own their ships can boast Their joy to feel the rolling brine -- But I shall lie near her, and feel Her soft warm bosom swell on mine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE STUDY OF HAPPINESS by KENNETH KOCH SO MUCH HAPPINESS by NAOMI SHIHAB NYE CROWD CONDITIONS by JOHN ASHBERY I WILL NOT BE CLAIMED by MARVIN BELL THE BOOK OF THE DEAD MAN (#21): 1. ABOUT THE DEAD MAN'S HAPPINESS by MARVIN BELL A BIRD'S ANGER by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES |
|