African American Poetry (1870-1928): A Digital Anthology

Angelina Weld Grimke, "A Mona Lisa" (1927)



I SHOULD like to creep
Through the long brown grasses
   That are your lashes;
I should like to poise
   On the very brink
Of the leaf-brown pools
   That are your shadowed eyes;
I should like to cleave
   Without sound,
Their glimmering waters,
   Their unrippled waters,
I should like to sink down
   And down
      And down ....
         And deeply drown.


Would I be more than a bubble breaking?
   Or an ever-widening circle
   Ceasing at the marge?
Would my white bones
   Be the only white bones
Wavering back and forth, back and forth
   In their depths?

Published in Caroling Dusk1927

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