Love, leave me like the light,
The gently passing day;
We would not know, but for the night,
When it has slipped away.
If You Should Go (excerpt), Countee Cullen (1903 – 1946)
All night we danced upon our windy hill,
Your dress a cloud of tangled midnight hair,
And love was much too much for me to wear.
Countee Cullen, excerpt from The Dance of Love in Color (1925)
And when your body’s death gives birth
To soil for spring to crown,
Men will not ask if that rare earth
Was white flesh once, or brown.
Countee Cullen, excerpt from To a Brown Boy in Color (1925)