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

Arna Bontemps, "Quintilla" (1927)

I sought you long, your likeness in the sunsets
Beckoning me; on my knees
I came but you were not among the violets
Nor underneath the lilac trees.

The little tire you set to burn
Is down to ash and near Love stands
Drenched in rain. Turn Quintilla, O turn
And think of how I sought your coal-black hands. 

Published in Carolina Magazine, May 1927

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