I went to look for Joy, Slim, dancing Joy, Gay, laughing Joy, Bright-eyed Joy-- And I found her Driving the butcher's cart In the arms of the butcher boy! Such company, such company, As keeps this young nymph, Joy! --Langston Hughes--
I think the charm is its ambiguity. Is Joy a young girl or is it the emotion itself? Or is it both? Whichever it is, Joy can be found anywhere, even in the arms of the butcher boy. I can picture the cart moving through the streets guided by the butcher boy with his love in his arms, and their hands intertwined while holding the reins. I can also picture that same cart driven by a young boy, grinning cheerfully, smiling at all who meet his eye, just glad to be alive.
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