Fermenting Joy.

By Alison August 16, 2005 No Comments 1 Min Read


When she walks into the room, everybody turns.

Some kind of light is coming from her head.

Even the geraniums look curious…

We’re all attracted to the perfume

of fermenting joy.

We’ve all tried to start a fire,

And one day maybe it will blaze up on it’s own.

In the meantime, she is the one today among us

most able to bear the idea of her own beauty,

and when we see it, what we do is natural;

we take our burned hands

out of our pockets

and clap.

By Tony Hoagland. 

That is what I want. That you see, is what all this for: that I shall one day wear the perfume of fermenting joy. Gorgeous words. 

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