by Jonathan Coppe ’18
Is joy more real when it is shared?
I seek a soul to share my joy,
To wrap in zeal for life and bathe in love
Of every precious thing that pulls
My cheeks into a smile.
To see her smile too—and not for me!—
for finding something more to love,
within the hollow earth,
Oh what a gift to give, to spread
My tiny share of joy!
For I know what I seek:
A heart that’s like my heart and so completes
The rhythm of the song that my heart beats.
But where might such a one be found?
Each person all their own, so fierce, so fraught,
The heart will not yield up to joy,
We all remain apart.
In sorrow like a bank of fog I came to you,
With lids dropped low, in sagging step, with heavy breath.
How strange a single night could open up my hope,
A morning in your bed remold the very earth
And color all its vast expanse
In rosy red and heron blue.