Gwendolyn B. Bennett, "Advice" (1927)
You were a sophist,
Pale and quite remote,
As you bade me
Write poems—
Brown poems
Of dark words
And prehistoric rhythms ...
Your pallor stifled my poesy
But I remembered a tapestry
That I would some day weave
Of dim purples and fine reds
And blues
Like night and death--
The keen precision of your words
Wove a silver thread
Through the dusk softness
Of my dream-stuff...
Published in Caroling Dusk, 1927