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Poems by Georgia Douglas Johnson in "The Book of American Negro Poetry" (1922)
12022-08-11T11:55:22-04:00Amardeep Singhc185e79df2fca428277052b90841c4aba30044e12131plain2022-08-11T11:55:22-04:00Amardeep Singhc185e79df2fca428277052b90841c4aba30044e1THE HEART OF A WOMAN
The heart of a woman goes forth with the dawn, As a lone bird, soft winging, so restlessly on, Afar o'er life's turrets and vales does it roam In the wake of those echoes the heart calls home. The heart of a woman falls back with the night, And enters some alien cage in its plight, And tries to forget it has dreamed of the stars While it breaks, breaks, breaks on the sheltering bars.
The dew is on the grasses, dear, The blush is on the rose, And swift across our dial-youth, A shifting shadow goes. The primrose moments, lush with bliss, Exhale and fade away, Life may renew the Autumn time, But nevermore the May!
Oh, for the veils of my far away youth, Shielding my heart from the blaze of the truth, Why did I stray from their shelter and grow Into the sadness that follows—to know! Impotent atom with desolate gaze Threading the tumult of hazardous ways— Oh, for the veils, for the veils of my youth Veils that hung low o'er the blaze of the truth!
I WANT TO DIE WHILE YOU LOVE ME
I want to die while you love me, While yet you hold me fair, While laughter lies upon my lips And lights are in my hair. I want to die while you love me, And bear to that still bed, Your kisses turbulent, unspent To warm me when I'm dead. I want to die while you love me Oh, who would care to live Till love has nothing more to ask And nothing more to give! I want to die while you love me And never, never see The glory of this perfect day Grow dim or cease to be.
Would I might mend the fabric of my youth That daily flaunts its tatters to my eyes, Would I might compromise awhile with truth Until our moon now waxing, wanes and dies. For I would go a further while with you, And drain this cup so tantalant and fair Which meets my parched lips like cooling dew, Ere time has brushed cold fingers thru my hair!
MY LITTLE DREAMS
I'm folding up my little dreams Within my heart to-night, And praying I may soon forget The torture of their sight. For Time's deft fingers scroll my brow With fell relentless art— I'm folding up my little dreams To-night, within my heart!