Holds Upon Happiness

Dorothy Parker was a poet, critic, and satirist. She was known for “her caustic wit, and eye for 20th-century urban foibles.” I enjoy the way that her writing frequently has a bite in its tail. I have featured one of her poems previously. You can find it here. My own dear love, he is strong and bold And he cares not what comes after.His words ring sweet as a chime of gold, And his eyes are lit with laughter.He is jubilant as a flag unfurled— Oh, a girl, she'd not forget him.My own dear love, he is all my world,— And I wish I'd never met him.My love, he's mad,…

I haven’t posted on here in a few weeks. Hopefully, my absence was noted! My daughter and I were in Scotland and London for vacation. We had an absolutely wonderful time and I am sure I will write a post all about our adventures. It is a good way to force people to look at my photos. In the meantime, here is one photo and a poem about Scotland. It was a day peculiar to this piece of the planet,when larks rose on long thin strings of singingand the air shifted with the shimmer of actual angels.Greenness entered the body. The grassesshivered with presences, and sunlightstayed like a halo on…

May Sarton was a prolific poet, journalist, and novelist. Literary critics often overlooked her in the early part of her career but eventually, they came to appreciate her “calm, cultured, and urbane” writing. Sarton’s writing examines themes of love, friendship, feminism, and sexuality. In the evening we came backInto our yellow room,For a moment taken aback To find the light left on,Falling on silent flowers,Table, book, empty chairWhile we had gone elsewhere,Had been away for hours.When we came home togetherWe found the inside weather.All of our love unendedThe quiet light demanded,And we gave, in a lookAt yellow walls and open book.The deepest world we shareAnd do not talk aboutBut have…