Sophomore Sonnets, Aditi Deokar ’21, Kenzie Urbano ’21

Aditi Deokar ’21

Beauty Is Prized by Women

Beauty is prized by women, it is true. It is a means to gain men’s hearts, they say. The tales begin, men glimpsing ladies who To their eyes are the very light of day. Yet what does “beauty” genuinely mean? A starry sky, a sweeping field of dew, Have nowhere as much beauty as the clean Pure virtues honesty and kindness do. If ugly ducklings grow up to be swans, Then should appearance matter still to us? What counts is not if cheeks are pink or wan, But the real virtues that lie inside. Thus The tales are only tales; sight cannot bring Together two who will swap wedding rings.

Kenzie Urbano ’21

Luna

For you, my love, the sun lays down his head. And though most men sleep sound beneath your beams, Right now is when I choose to shirk my bed, So as to watch you send them to their dreams. The day you die will always hurt the most. For though the mind knows of your cyclic ways, The heart still hopes you’ll dwell a moment more, If just to calm my frenzied, senseless craze.

Although it pains me that you vanish so, The waxing state reminds me nothing ends. Now young again, embrace us with your glow So I may meet my new, decades-old friend. Within my soul, your presence never wanes. My beastly self your radiance has tamed.