Georgia Douglas Johnson, "Paradox" (1924)
I know you love me better, cold—
Strange as the pyramids of old,
Responselessly;
But I am frail, am spent and weak
With surging torrents that bespeak
A living fire!
So, like a veil, my poor disguise
Is draped to save me from your eyes'
Deep challenges.
Fain would I fling this robe aside
And from you, in your bosom hide
Eternally!
Alas!
You love me better cold.
Like frozen pyramids of old,
Unyieldingly!
Published in The Messenger, July 1924