Arna Bontemps, "Homing" (1926)
Where soft winds blow
The high green tree
And fan away fog!
Ah fragrant stream
Where thirsty creatures go.
And strong black men
Hue the heavy log!
Oh broken house
Crumbling there alone.
Wanting me!
Oh silent tree
Must I always be
A wild bird
Riding the wind
And screaming bitterly?
Published in Opportunity, February 1926