Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE HAPPY LAND, by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE First Line: There is a land of rare realities Last Line: A moment or a year. Subject(s): Happiness; Love; Joy; Delight | ||||||||
THERE is a land of rare realities Whose sunsets all are golden, and whose dawns Are as the first white dawn that flashed Upon a new-forged world. Its afternoons Are silver-sandaled dreams of phantasy, Its nights are deepened twilights, cool, and sweet With some strange incense, and its moons Unwearied from their climbing of the skies, Reflect the splendor of that brighter clime Which mortals ken in dreaming. Through the heart Of this fair land, a river blue as austral skies Murmurs a haunting song. Its stretch of shores Is laid with marble whiter than its moons, And on the snowy tiles the people come At evening from their palaces which rise In pearl succession back unto the brow Of purple hills. And there, with chant and song, Or liquid utterance in voices soft These happiest of mortals walk and dream; There is no striving, life goes idly by, As idly as an aspen shakes its leaves; They walk and rest and dream, they love Better than people ever loved before; It is the land wherein we all have been A moment or a year. | 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 MEMORY by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE |
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