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

Jessie Fauset, "Fragment" (19270


THE breath of life imbued those few dim days!
Yet all we had was this,
A flashing smile, a touch of hands, and once
A fleeting kiss.

Blank futile death inheres these years between!
Still naught have you and I
But frozen tears, and stifled words, and once
A sharp caught cry.

Published in Caroling Dusk1927