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somethingdarker) wrote2010-02-01 10:12 pm
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Potential Titles: Arna Bontemps
I have sown beside all water - Arna Bontemps "A Black Man Talks of Reaping"
Planted safe against this stark, lean year - Arna Bontemps "A Black Man Talks of Reaping"
My children glean in fields they have not sown - Arna Bontemps "A Black Man Talks of Reaping"
And feed on bitter fruit - Arna Bontemps "A Black Man Talks of Reaping"
Beating barren twigs together - Arna Bontemps "Blight"
But I hear the beating of dead boughs - Arna Bontemps "Blight"
Stark before a whip of weather - Arna Bontemps "Blight"
Go through the gates with closed eyes - Arna Bontemps "Close Your Eyes!"
Drop the axe and leave the timber - Arna Bontemps "Close Your Eyes!"
Every face you ever loved forget - Arna Bontemps "Close Your Eyes!"
To waste the life against a stubborn will - Arna Bontemps "The Day-Breakers"
Beating a way for the rising sun - Arna Bontemps "The Day-Breakers"
I said your name but silence answered - Arna Bontemps "Gethsemane"
An easy breeze at blossom time - Arna Bontemps "God Give to Men"
To cover every land and dream of afterwhile - Arna Bontemps "God Give to Men"
But only fill afresh his meed of laughter, his cup of tears - Arna Bontemps "God Give to Men"
God suffer little men the taste of soul's desire - Arna Bontemps "God Give to Men"
Blurring on the borders of the sky - Arna Bontemps "Golgotha Is a Mountain"
And dreamed of legend and of death - Arna Bontemps "Golgotha Is a Mountain"
To touch the pieces of glory with our hands - Arna Bontemps "Golgotha Is a Mountain"
Unhappy hills, bowed down with broken backs - Arna Bontemps "Golgotha Is a Mountain"
The caravan that bore our queen to the courts of Solomon - Arna Bontemps "Golgotha Is a Mountain"
Dust shall yet devour the stones - Arna Bontemps "Golgotha Is a Mountain"
Beneath each one there is something buried - Arna Bontemps "Golgotha Is a Mountain"
Some pile of wreckage that started it there - Arna Bontemps "Golgotha Is a Mountain"
Fragrant stream where thirsty creatures go - Arna Bontemps "Homing"
A wild bird riding the wind and screaming bitterly - Arna Bontemps "Homing"
Moles have gnawed the rose tree at its root - Arna Bontemps "Lancelot"
The flame will go down in the flower - Arna Bontemps "Length of Moon"
A briefer length of moon - Arna Bontemps "Length of Moon"
Tender grass will hide the rugged stone - Arna Bontemps "My Heart Has Known Its Winter"
My still heart will sing a little while - Arna Bontemps "My Heart Has Known Its Winter"
My heart has known its winter and carried gall - Arna Bontemps "My Heart Has Known Its Winter"
Wash me with a wave of wind upon the barley - Arna Bontemps "Nocturne at Bethesda"
And in the waterfall stand and speak - Arna Bontemps "Nocturne at Bethesda"
Fear of quiet waters and of faint twilights - Arna Bontemps "Nocturne at Bethesda"
Above the place where I lie desolate - Arna Bontemps "Nocturne at Bethesda"
I may pass through centuries of death - Arna Bontemps "Nocturne at Bethesda"
Held a rich full moon upon your heart - Arna Bontemps "Nocturne at Bethesda"
And listened to the words of men now dead - Arna Bontemps "Nocturne at Bethesda"
Little ships that are too worn for sailing - Arna Bontemps "Nocturne of the Wharves"
The sea-green shadows of your dream - Arna Bontemps "Nocturne of the Wharves"
For I have loved the cities of the sea - Arna Bontemps "Nocturne of the Wharves"
And I have broken down before the wind - Arna Bontemps "Nocturne of the Wharves"
Treasured rain falling on dark ground - Arna Bontemps "The Return"
And summer trembling on a withered vine - Arna Bontemps "The Return"
The friendly ghost that was your love and mind - Arna Bontemps "The Return"
Darkness hangs our room with pendulums - Arna Bontemps "The Return"
Retained from those lost nights our fathers slept - Arna Bontemps "The Return"
And tread our dreams beneath the jungle sky - Arna Bontemps "The Return"
Let us dance by metal waters burned with gold - Arna Bontemps "The Return"
When first you passed beneath the jungle tapestries - Arna Bontemps "The Return"
Let us go back and search the tangled dream - Arna Bontemps "The Return"
How early darkness comes to dreams - Arna Bontemps "The Return"
Following the track of blowing leaves and cool white rain - Arna Bontemps "The Return"
Ghosts of dead men meet their ladies walking - Arna Bontemps "Southern Mansion"
Walking two by two beneath the shade - Arna Bontemps "Southern Mansion"
Music echoing through the open door - Arna Bontemps "Southern Mansion"
The years go back with an iron clank - Arna Bontemps "Southern Mansion"
They have broken roses down - Arna Bontemps "Southern Mansion"
And poplars stand there still as death - Arna Bontemps "Southern Mansion"
The stones have scored you bitterly - Arna Bontemps "To a Young Girl Leaving the Hill Country"
A day wherein remembered sun alone comes through - Arna Bontemps "To a Young Girl Leaving the Hill Country"
Feeling something of this country in her bones - Arna Bontemps "To a Young Girl Leaving the Hill Country"
Come back to seek the girl she was in these familiar stones - Arna Bontemps "To a Young Girl Leaving the Hill Country"
Ink spilled on the fringe of white clouds - Arna Bontemps "A Tree Design"
A blighted winter bough where love and music used to be - Arna Bontemps "A Tree Design"
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Planted safe against this stark, lean year - Arna Bontemps "A Black Man Talks of Reaping"
My children glean in fields they have not sown - Arna Bontemps "A Black Man Talks of Reaping"
And feed on bitter fruit - Arna Bontemps "A Black Man Talks of Reaping"
Beating barren twigs together - Arna Bontemps "Blight"
But I hear the beating of dead boughs - Arna Bontemps "Blight"
Stark before a whip of weather - Arna Bontemps "Blight"
Go through the gates with closed eyes - Arna Bontemps "Close Your Eyes!"
Drop the axe and leave the timber - Arna Bontemps "Close Your Eyes!"
Every face you ever loved forget - Arna Bontemps "Close Your Eyes!"
To waste the life against a stubborn will - Arna Bontemps "The Day-Breakers"
Beating a way for the rising sun - Arna Bontemps "The Day-Breakers"
I said your name but silence answered - Arna Bontemps "Gethsemane"
An easy breeze at blossom time - Arna Bontemps "God Give to Men"
To cover every land and dream of afterwhile - Arna Bontemps "God Give to Men"
But only fill afresh his meed of laughter, his cup of tears - Arna Bontemps "God Give to Men"
God suffer little men the taste of soul's desire - Arna Bontemps "God Give to Men"
Blurring on the borders of the sky - Arna Bontemps "Golgotha Is a Mountain"
And dreamed of legend and of death - Arna Bontemps "Golgotha Is a Mountain"
To touch the pieces of glory with our hands - Arna Bontemps "Golgotha Is a Mountain"
Unhappy hills, bowed down with broken backs - Arna Bontemps "Golgotha Is a Mountain"
The caravan that bore our queen to the courts of Solomon - Arna Bontemps "Golgotha Is a Mountain"
Dust shall yet devour the stones - Arna Bontemps "Golgotha Is a Mountain"
Beneath each one there is something buried - Arna Bontemps "Golgotha Is a Mountain"
Some pile of wreckage that started it there - Arna Bontemps "Golgotha Is a Mountain"
Fragrant stream where thirsty creatures go - Arna Bontemps "Homing"
A wild bird riding the wind and screaming bitterly - Arna Bontemps "Homing"
Moles have gnawed the rose tree at its root - Arna Bontemps "Lancelot"
The flame will go down in the flower - Arna Bontemps "Length of Moon"
A briefer length of moon - Arna Bontemps "Length of Moon"
Tender grass will hide the rugged stone - Arna Bontemps "My Heart Has Known Its Winter"
My still heart will sing a little while - Arna Bontemps "My Heart Has Known Its Winter"
My heart has known its winter and carried gall - Arna Bontemps "My Heart Has Known Its Winter"
Wash me with a wave of wind upon the barley - Arna Bontemps "Nocturne at Bethesda"
And in the waterfall stand and speak - Arna Bontemps "Nocturne at Bethesda"
Fear of quiet waters and of faint twilights - Arna Bontemps "Nocturne at Bethesda"
Above the place where I lie desolate - Arna Bontemps "Nocturne at Bethesda"
I may pass through centuries of death - Arna Bontemps "Nocturne at Bethesda"
Held a rich full moon upon your heart - Arna Bontemps "Nocturne at Bethesda"
And listened to the words of men now dead - Arna Bontemps "Nocturne at Bethesda"
Little ships that are too worn for sailing - Arna Bontemps "Nocturne of the Wharves"
The sea-green shadows of your dream - Arna Bontemps "Nocturne of the Wharves"
For I have loved the cities of the sea - Arna Bontemps "Nocturne of the Wharves"
And I have broken down before the wind - Arna Bontemps "Nocturne of the Wharves"
Treasured rain falling on dark ground - Arna Bontemps "The Return"
And summer trembling on a withered vine - Arna Bontemps "The Return"
The friendly ghost that was your love and mind - Arna Bontemps "The Return"
Darkness hangs our room with pendulums - Arna Bontemps "The Return"
Retained from those lost nights our fathers slept - Arna Bontemps "The Return"
And tread our dreams beneath the jungle sky - Arna Bontemps "The Return"
Let us dance by metal waters burned with gold - Arna Bontemps "The Return"
When first you passed beneath the jungle tapestries - Arna Bontemps "The Return"
Let us go back and search the tangled dream - Arna Bontemps "The Return"
How early darkness comes to dreams - Arna Bontemps "The Return"
Following the track of blowing leaves and cool white rain - Arna Bontemps "The Return"
Ghosts of dead men meet their ladies walking - Arna Bontemps "Southern Mansion"
Walking two by two beneath the shade - Arna Bontemps "Southern Mansion"
Music echoing through the open door - Arna Bontemps "Southern Mansion"
The years go back with an iron clank - Arna Bontemps "Southern Mansion"
They have broken roses down - Arna Bontemps "Southern Mansion"
And poplars stand there still as death - Arna Bontemps "Southern Mansion"
The stones have scored you bitterly - Arna Bontemps "To a Young Girl Leaving the Hill Country"
A day wherein remembered sun alone comes through - Arna Bontemps "To a Young Girl Leaving the Hill Country"
Feeling something of this country in her bones - Arna Bontemps "To a Young Girl Leaving the Hill Country"
Come back to seek the girl she was in these familiar stones - Arna Bontemps "To a Young Girl Leaving the Hill Country"
Ink spilled on the fringe of white clouds - Arna Bontemps "A Tree Design"
A blighted winter bough where love and music used to be - Arna Bontemps "A Tree Design"
Poet's page at poets.org.
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