Angelina Weld Grimké Poems

I have just seen a beautiful thing
Slim and still,
Against a gold, gold sky,
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Always at dusk, the same tearless experience,
The same dragging of feet up the same well-worn path
To the same well-worn rock;
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There is a tree, by day,
That, at night, Has a shadow,
A hand huge and black,
With fingers long and black.
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You are like a pale purple flower
In the blue spring dusk

You are like a yellow star
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God made them very beautiful, the trees:
He spoke and gnarled of bole or silken sleek
They grew; majestic bowed or very meek;
Huge-bodied, slim; sedate and full of glees.
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A silence slipping around like death,
Yet chased by a whisper, a sigh,
a breath; One group of trees, lean,
naked and cold,
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Toss your gay heads,
Brown girl trees;
Toss your gay lovely heads;
Shake your brown slim bodies;
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The sky was blue, so blue,
that day, And each daisy white, so white;
Oh! I knew that no more could
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When the green lies over the earth, my dear,
A mantle of witching grace,
When the smile and the tear of the young child year
Dimple across its face,
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