Countee Cullen, "Self Criticism" (1927)
(A little pallid, a trifle wan)
The failing note still vainly clinging
To the throat of the stricken swan?
Shall I never feel and meet the urge
To bugle out beyond my sense
That the fittest song of earth is a dirge,
And only fools trust Providence?
Than this better the reed never turned flute,
Better than this no song,
Better a stony silence, better a mute
Mouth and a cloven tongue.
Published in Ebony and Topaz, 1927