African American Poetry: A Digital Anthology

Sacrament by Countee Cullen

She gave her body for my meat,
   Her soul to be my wine,
And prayed that I be made complete
   In sunlight and starshine.

With such abandoned grace she gave
   Of all that passion taught her,
She never knew her tidal wave
   Cast bread on stagnant water.

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