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Langston Hughes, "A House in Taos" (1927)
12022-12-15T09:26:56-05:00Amardeep Singhc185e79df2fca428277052b90841c4aba30044e12131plain2022-12-15T09:26:56-05:00Amardeep Singhc185e79df2fca428277052b90841c4aba30044e1Thunder of the Rain God: And we three Smitten by beauty.
Thunder of the Rain God: And we three Weary, weary.
Thunder of the Rain God: And you, she, and I Waiting for nothingness.
Do you understand the stillness Of this house In Taos Under the thunder of the Rain God?
That there should be a barren garden About this house in Taos Is not so strange, But that there should be three barren hearts In this one house in Taos — Who carries ugly things to show the sun?
Did you ask for the beaten brass of the moon? We can buy lovely things with money, You, she, and I, Yet you seek, As though you could keep, This unbought loveliness of moon.
Touch our bodies, wind. Our bodies are separate, individual things. Touch our bodies, wind, But blow quickly Through the red, white, yellow skins Of our bodies To the terrible snarl, Not mine, Not yours, Not hers, But all one snarl of souls. Blow quickly, wind, Before we run back Into the windlessness — With our bodies — Into the windlessness Of our house in Taos.