greykit.poetry — #joy
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1885
[robert-louis-stevenson]
The Swing
A child swings up in the air so blue — over the wall, over the countryside, down on the garden green — and up in the air and down.
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1861
[christina-rossetti]
A Birthday
Rossetti's jubilant lyric — the heart like a singing bird, an apple tree, a rainbow shell — all gladder than all these, because the birthday of my life is come, my love is come to me.
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1820
[percy-bysshe-shelley]
To a Skylark
Hail to thee, blithe Spirit — a bird that is heard and never seen, chased through simile after simile (poet, high-born maiden, glow-worm, rose) because no human joy is unmixed enough to explain it.