Joy
Carl Sandburg
Let a joy keep you.
Reach out your hands
And take it when it runs by,
As the Apache dancer
Clutches his woman.
I have seen them
Live long and laugh loud,
Sent on singing, singing,
Smashed to the heart
Under the ribs
With a terrible love.
Joy always,
Joy everywhere—
Let joy kill you!
Keep away from the little deaths.
Text from Bartleby.com
Two Boeotian Girls (costume sketch for the ballet Narcisse), Leon Bakst, 1911
1 comment:
I love this poem (and the art). thank you.
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