With two white roses on her breasts, …
Countee Cullen
If for a day joy masters me, …
We shall not always plant while others reap …
What is Africa to me: …
If love be staunch, call mountains brittle; …
Once riding in old Baltimore, …
Wherein are words sublime or noble? What …
The many sow, but only the chosen reap; …
Some are teethed on a silver spoon, …
Come, let us plant our love as farmers plant …
They in their cruel traps, and we in ours, …
Then call me traitor if you must, …
Now as I watch you, strong of arm and endurance, battling and struggling …
What if you come …
I doubt not God is good, well-meaning, kind, …