Love, leave me like the light,
The gently passing day;
We would not know, but for the night,
When it has slipped away.
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I have a rendezvous with Life,
Countee Cullen
In days I hope will come
My smile will be a ghost
A little while,
Too brief at most,
And even my smile
Will be a ghost.
Countee Cullen, excerpt from To You Who Read My Book in Color (1925)
Love was much too much for me to wear, Countee Cullen
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)
To a Brown Boy, Countee Cullen
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.