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Countee Cullen
Love, leave me like the light,
The gently passing day;
We would not know, but for the night,
When it has slipped away.
Go quietly; a dream,
When done, should leave no trace
That it has lived, except a gleam
Across the dreamer’s face.
Locked arm in arm they cross the way,
The black boy and the white,
The golden splendor of the day,
The sable pride of night.
From lowered blinds the dark folk stare,
And here the fair folk talk,
Indignant that these two should dare
In unison to walk.
Oblivious to look and word
They pass, and see no wonder
That lightning brilliant as a sword
Should blaze the path of thunder.
Before me lies a mass of shapeless days,
Unseparated atoms, and I must
Sort them apart and live them. Sifted dust
Covers the formless heap. Reprieves, delays,
There are none, ever. As a monk who prays
The sliding beads asunder, so I thrust
Each tasteless particle aside, and just
Begin again the task which never stays.
And I have known a glory of great suns,
When days flashed by, pulsing with joy and fire!
Drunk bubbled wine in goblets of desire,
And felt the whipped blood laughing as it runs!
Spilt is that liquor, my too hasty hand
Threw down the cup, and did not understand.
day lay on a hill
as I walked here and there
in no great haste to go home
looking ought to be
a continued thing
another supper
how is the world
and what and where
these days
gone without going
found and not finding
me in my unbed
under the barber’s hands
I would go to confession
under those dancing combs
I set down my day
after a day within doors
I get a great desire to eat a stomach
green and full
as an old religion
a sandwich for dinner
in a car park
there is a test every day
of how to live
the day is as long
as the way home
I hear a gull vomit
An off day, an in day,
a be-at-home day.
I am my things.
I let this day down.
The day being very pleasant,
I drank like a drunk, very pleasant,
and puzzled about finding out
the meaning of the holes
and merry spigot
in my head.
My window was infinite as a ring.
My head ached.
Sitting backwards, I heard a dove
speak with the day.