Happiness by Noelle Kocot

View this email on a browser Forward to a friend May 8, 2015   Happiness   Noelle Kocot

Our ancestors in the earth are not Ashamed of us. The strong smell Of dirt, the delirious rabbits, the Clocks are all disappearing. A   Prehistoric gift acquires the smell Of salt. I grasp onto winter’s tail.  Some water plants are lying around. Smell & taste, I have had good   Luck in love. The slippery roads, The capricious numbers on a blazing Road, meet me at the forest’s edge Where we can go with our legs   Lopped off, strangers to the clean Teeth and tongue of outward happiness.            Copyright © 2015 by Noelle Kocot. Used with permission of the author. About This Poem   “This poem is from a series of over seventy sonnets (and counting) that I started this past February. While the title might be misleading, I think that in the language of the poem, there is some joy to be had, so it’s not all irony.” —Noelle Kocot   Noelle Kocot is the author of Soul in Space (Wave Books, 2013). She teaches at The New School and lives in New Jersey. Most Recent Book by Kocot   Soul in Space (Wave Books, 2013) "What Is" by Jeffrey Yang "Happiness" by Jane Kenyon "Landscape with Happily Ever After" by Lynn Melnick Poem-a-Day   Launched during National Poetry Month in 2006, Poem-a-Day features new and previously unpublished poems by contemporary poets on weekdays and classic poems on weekends. Thanks for being a part of the Academy of American Poets community. To learn about other programs, including National Poetry Month, Poem in Your Pocket Day, the annual Poets Forum, and more, visit Poets.org.   You are receiving this e-mail because you elected to subscribe to our mailing list. If you would like to unsubscribe, please click here.   © Academy of American Poets 75 Maiden Lane, Suite 901, New York, NY 10038