Gwendolyn Bennetta Bennett Poems

I shall hate you
Like a dart of singing steel
Shot through still air
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When I am dead, carve this upon my stone:
Here lies a woman, fit root for flower and tree,
Whose living flesh, now mouldering round the bone,
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I sailed in my dreams to the Land of Night
Where you were the dusk-eyed queen,
And there in the pallor of moon-veiled light
The loveliest things were seen ...
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I love you for your brownness,
And the rounded darkness of your breast,
I love you for the breaking sadness in your voice
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