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I am attending a conference next week about bringing back the joy that we used to have in healthcare/nursing/medicine. They have requested that we bring a poem, picture, or something, that brings us joy. I really want to bring a poem, but I can't settle on anything. Mostly I've been looking at the funny ones because they do bring me joy (Milne, Carroll, Nash, etc.), but I wondered if people here could post ones that give you joy to give me a wider perspective. I might get some different ideas. I will still do my homework myself, I promise! | ||
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I'm not big on joyous poetry but I have got a couple of pieces (out of literally thousands) that express joy. So, here, have one of mine. EnJOY Morning in the Karlak Mountains I need a mystic camera To capture the moment, hold it forever In an amber slice of time. I need to capture the infinite Shades of brown and green Of the grass, the moss, the pine. I need to capture the sun That paints diamonds on the river And stripes upon the ground. I need to capture the gathered gloom As I look towards the hill Where the trees are huddled round. I need to capture the chattering Whining, buzzing of the insects Hanging unseen in the air, The ever changing never changing Murmur of the tumbling water That cascades down natures stair. I need to capture the morning smell Of hay, and summer and rotting wood And the warming earth And the still calm tranquillity Of this moment in the mountains This new day's birth. I have my mystic camera The words that stir the memory The words that try To re-conjure with a phrase the moment I have the perfect mystic camera, The lens of the mind's eye. "No man but a blockhead ever wrote except for money." Samuel Johnson. | |||
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Oh, thank you, Bob. It is beautiful! I don't think the poem has to be about joy, per se, but it just makes me feel joyous. That's why I like some of the funny ones. | |||
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Well, there is Schiller's Ode to Joy probably best known for its musical setting in Beethoven's Ninth Symphony. Build a man a fire and he's warm for a day. Set a man on fire and he's warm for the rest of his life. | |||
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Oh, arnie, I adore Ode to Joy! That's a great idea! | |||
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