April is one of my favorite months, not only because beautiful Spring starts to bloom, but also because it is National Poetry Month. I’m a serious poetry lover. I read it on the subway ride to work, I send favorite poems to my friends, I even start my morning routine by reading a poem before checking in with my email and guzzling down my coffee.

There’s poetry for every occasion, but some of the best poems are written about love or for a lover. This month, I’ll share one of my favorite love poems every Friday. This first poem comes from Robert Hass, a previous US Poet Laureate, professor of poetry, and author of multiple highly praised books of poetry, translation, and prose. This poem, “Happiness” comes from his book, Sun Under Wood. I love how beautiful and simple the images in the poem are–a plain morning reveals all the happiness between the he and she in the poem. Enjoy!

 

Happiness

Because yesterday morning from the steamy window
we saw a pair of red foxes across the creek
eating the last windfall apples in the rain—
they looked up at us with their green eyes
long enough to symbolize the wakefulness of living things
and then went back to eating—

and because this morning
when she went into the gazebo with her black pen and yellow pad
to coax an inquisitive soul
from what she thinks of as the reluctance of matter,
I drove into town to drink tea in the cafe
and write notes in a journal—mist rose from the bay
like the luminous and indefinite aspect of intention,
and a small flock of tundra swans
for the second winter in a row was feeding on new grass
in the soaked fields; they symbolize mystery, I suppose,
they are also called whistling swans, are very white,
and their eyes are black—

and because the tea steamed in front of me,
and the notebook, turned to a new page,
was blank except for a faint blue idea of order,
I wrote: happiness! it is December, very cold,
we woke early this morning,
and lay in bed kissing,
our eyes squinched up like bats.

Red Foxes Creek copy

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