NPM: La Vie C’est la Vie

April is National Poetry Month. I intend to celebrate it by posting a poem every day. This one is by Jessie Fauset

La Vie C’est la Vie

On summer afternoons I sit
Quiescent by you in the park,
And idly watch the sunbeams gild
And tint the ash-trees’ bark.

Or else I watch the squirrels frisk
And chaffer in the grassy lane;
And all the while I mark your voice
Breaking with love and pain.

I know a woman who would give
Her chance of heaven to take my place;
To see the love-light in your eyes,
The love-glow on your face!

And there’s a man whose lightest word
Can set my chilly blood afire;
Fulfillment of his least behest
Defines my life’s desire.

But he will none of me,
Nor I of you. Nor you of her. ’Tis said
The world is full of jests like these.—
I wish that I were dead.