20 November Happiness By: Rilke And we, who have always thought Of happiness as rising, would feel The emotions that almost overwhelms us Whenever a happy thing falls. Rilke Related Posts via CategoriesSomewhere to the East There’s a ChurchSo We LiveThe Sonnets to Orpheus, Part Two, XXIMohammed’s SummoningThe Dark Hours of My BeingI’ll Go On…The NightPoems View all Poems by Rilke