#46 Joy (Clarissa Scott Delaney)

Me dice mi amiga Verónica que necesitamos más poemas de la alegría, una antología completa de puro gozo. 

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JOY

Joy shakes me like the wind that lifts a sail,
Like the roistering wind
That laughs through stalwart pines.
It floods me like the sun
On rain-drenched trees
That flash with silver and green.

I abandon myself to joy—
I laugh—I sing.
Too long have I walked a desolate way,
Too long stumbled down a maze
Bewildered.