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

Helene Johnson, "The Road" (1926)

Ah, little road all whirry in the breeze,
A leaping clay hill lost among the trees,
The bleeding note of rapture streaming thrush
Caught in a drowsy hush
And stretched out in a single singing line of dusky song.
Ah little road, brown as my race is brown,
Your trodden beauty like our trodden pride,
Dust of the dust, they must not bruise you down.
Rise to one brimming golden, spilling cry!

Published in Opportunity, July 1926
Also published in Caroling Dusk, 1927

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