haiku;
on the white
an up and down of black glides
making a string of N
the poem:
he passes me a poem a love
song by Langston Hughes and
in black, the gist of our emotions so
dexteriously woven over a glossy page
snow white, the sheen of a riveting jazz
filtering from a luminuous Harlem club on
to a young heart so entertwined in romance,
all it takes is a pair of warm and reassuring hands
to make this outing at Harlem a night to cherish
and remember, this cold autumn night where
a black boy too saunters by and lavishes us
with a scintillating syncopated jazz matchings
all his own....Obama make a difference, make
a difference to this great American land
a very nice tribute..remembering from the Harlem Days.. good write Ency Bearis
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very original tribute. I love the atmosphere., quite vivid and nostalgic. As always, Sandra.