How strange
to come through so much ceremony
only to reach the happiness of animals,
like two farm dogs that flop down together at evening--
not well pleased with their day's running,
not even content, but happy, only happy,
their rough flanks together
rising.
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Minor poem. Another minor day.
Such good fortune; such minor days . . .
I'm getting married in two days (only two!) and this poem gives me great ease of heart. Thank you!
Karla ... great happiness for you!
Marriage is lovely. I recommend it to anyone who can find a fella like James.