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

Countee Cullen, "Words to My Love" (1927)

Words to My Love

WHAT if you come
Again and swell
The throat of some
Mute bird;
How shall I tell?
How shall I know
That it is so,
Having heard?

Love, let no trick
Of what’s to come
Deceive; the quick
So soon grow dumb;
With wine and bread
Our feast is spread;
Let’s leave no crumb.