Langston Hughes, "Day" (1927)
Langston Hughes
Where most surely comes a day
When all the sweets you've gourged
Will turn your stomach sick
And all the friends you've loved
Will go away
And every gold swift hour
Will be an hour of pain
And every sun-filled cloud
A cloud of rain
And even the withered flowers
Will lose their long-held faint perfume
And you alone will be with you
In that last room,—
Only your single selves together
Facing a single doom.
Published in Opportunity, March 1927