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

Countee Cullen, "To One Who Was Cruel" (1927)

To One Who Was Cruel

THE wound you gave
Will not abide,
Nor what you crave
Be gratified.

Time with deft finger
Probing far,
Will let linger
No sign or scar.

Only a line like snow,
So faint, so thin,
Folks will not know
A wound has been.