Jessie Fauset, "Stars in Alabama" (1928)
Stars hang down so low,
So low they purge the soul
With their infinity.
Beneath their holy glance
Essential good
Rises to mingle with them
In that skiey sea.
At noon
Within the sandy cotton-field
Beyond the clay, red road
Bordered with green,
A Negro lad and lass
Cling hand in hand,
And Passion, hot-eyed, hot-lipped,
Lurks unseen.
But in the evening
When the skies lean down,
He’s but a wistful boy,
A saintly maiden she.
For Alabama stars
Hang down so low,
So low they purge the soul
With their infinity.
Published in The Crisis, January 1928