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

Blanche Taylor Dickinson, "Things Said When He Was Gone" (1927)

My branch of thoughts is frail tonight 
As one lone wind-whipped weed. 
Little I care if a rain drop laughs 
Or cries; I cannot heed 
Such trifles now as a twinkling star, 
Or catch a night-bird’s tune. 
My whole life ts you, to-night, 
And you, a cool distant moon. 
With a few soft words to nurture my heart 
And brighter beams following love’s cool shower 
Who knows but this frail wind-whipped weed 
Might bear you a gorgeous flower! 

Published in Ebony and Topaz, 1927

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