African American Poetry: A Digital Anthology

Langston Hughes, "Bulwark" (1927)

You were the last bulwark of my dreams,
And now you, too, have tumbled down into the dust.
You, too, are no more than a broken lie.
   Something
   came between us
   green and slimy
   like sickly laughter
   and a bowl was broken
   from which
   we could not drink thereafter
   and we turned around
   and threw
   the shattered bits
   upon the ground
   and went our separate ways
   into the town
   and a clock
   somewhere in a tower
   boomed out slowly
   hour after hour
   a great cracked
   broken sound.
You were the last bulwark of my dreams,
And now you, too, have tumbled down.


Published in Carolina Magazine, May 1927

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