Joy

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.

by Carl Sandburg

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Comments (5)

Makes me wonder if the good saint sang Gregorian Chance. (=: CHEERS: =) Robert
Once again, very nice, all gamblers should carry this around with them. Cool----Melvina
Nice win, Peter. Susie.
Very good. I'm going to copy this out and recite it every evening. Just one thing though - if everyone says it, does that mean we all win the lottery at once? Lovely poem, about a Saint I would no nothing about if it weren't for you. Hugs Anna xxx
Pete, This is one cool poem. May St. Abune Teklehaimanot hear your prayers. I'll help in praying too :) . Peace.