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

Donald Jeffrey Hayes, "Confession" (1927)

By Donald Jeffrey Hayes

She kneeled before me begging
     That I should with a prayer
Give her absolution
     (How golden was her hair!)

She begged an absolution
     While the moments fled,
She thought my tears were pity
      (My Soul, her lips were red!)

She begged of me forgiveness,
     God you understand
(For pale and soft and slender
     Was her dainty hand!)

She begged that I should pray You
     That her Soul might rest
But I could not pray, O Master
     (Ivory was her breast!)

Published in Opportunity, July 1927
Awarded Honourable Mention Opportunity Poetry Prize, 1927

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