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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.

Credit


This poem is in the public domain.

About this Poem


“La Vie C’est La Vie” was published in The Book of American Negro Poetry (Harcourt, Brace, 1922).

Author


Jessie Redmon Fauset

Jessie Redmon Fauset, born in 1882, played a crucial role in the Harlem Renaissance during her time as literary editor of The Crisis.

Date Published: 1924-01-01

Source URL: https://poets.org/poem/la-vie-cest-la-vie