Countee Cullen, "Harlem Wine" (1925)
These thick rebellious streams
That hurtle flesh and bone past fear
Down alleyways of dreams.
This is a wine that must flow on
Not caring how nor where,
So it has ways to flow upon
Where song is in the air.
So it can woo an artful flute
With loose, elastic lips,
Its measurement of joy compute
With blithe, ecstatic hips.
Published in Color, 1925
Also published in Survey Graphic, March 1925
Also published in The New Negro: an Interpretation, 1925