Monday, March 22, 2004
by Carol Ann Duffy
What does happiness look like?
You in your red coat.
Where does it go for a drink?
To bed, on Sundays.
What does happiness sound like?
The purr of an unhooked phone.
What does it do for a living?
It has private means.
What does happiness feel like?
The barehanded planting of bulbs.
What is its home address?
Yours, sweetheart.
Does happiness have a scent?
The sea, the air, the earth.
Where did you see it last?
Under the bedclothes, laughing.
What taste does happiness have?
That of a long, slow kiss.
And how does happiness write?
Badly, like this.
Have been surfing the Internet a lot recently (instead of doing my homework), and came across some poems by Carol Ann Duffy. I remember doing one for practical criticism back in JC but they were mostly brooding and angsty poetry, unlike this one.
I miss literature. Sometimes I wonder why I didn't go to NUS Arts & Soci, or tried harder to get the means to leave these shores... and then the choir ppl remind me why I'm glad I didn't *grin*
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