2009年01月16日09:51
Happiness≫
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Happiness
So early it's almost still dark out.
I'm near the window with coffee,
and the usual early morning stuff
that passes for thought.
When I see the boy and his friend
walking up the road
to deliver the newspaper.
They wear caps and sweaters,
and one boy has a bag over his shoulder.
They are so happy
they aren't saying anything, these boys.
I think if they could, they would take
each other's arm.
It's the early morning,
and they are doing this thing together.
They've come on slowly.
The sky is taking on light,
though the moon still hangs pale over the water.
Such beauty that for a minute
death and ambiton, even love,
doesn't enter into this.
Happiness. It comes on unexpectedly.
And goes beyond, really,
any early morning talk about it.
- Raymond Carver
So early it's almost still dark out.
I'm near the window with coffee,
and the usual early morning stuff
that passes for thought.
When I see the boy and his friend
walking up the road
to deliver the newspaper.
They wear caps and sweaters,
and one boy has a bag over his shoulder.
They are so happy
they aren't saying anything, these boys.
I think if they could, they would take
each other's arm.
It's the early morning,
and they are doing this thing together.
They've come on slowly.
The sky is taking on light,
though the moon still hangs pale over the water.
Such beauty that for a minute
death and ambiton, even love,
doesn't enter into this.
Happiness. It comes on unexpectedly.
And goes beyond, really,
any early morning talk about it.
- Raymond Carver
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