A Birthday
My heart is like a singing bird
Whose nest is in a water'd shoot;
My heart is like an apple-tree . . .
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Birthday Poem
First light of day in Mississippi
son of laborer & of house wife
it says so on the official photostat . . .
Black Boys Play the Classics
The most popular “act” in
Penn Station
is the three black kids in ratty . . .
A Black Man Talks of Reaping
I have sown beside all waters in my day.
I planted deep, within my heart the fear
that wind or fowl would take the grain away. . . .
A Blessing
Just off the highway to Rochester, Minnesota,
Twilight bounds softly forth on the grass.
And the eyes of those two Indian ponies . . .
Blind Curse
You could drive blind
for those two seconds
and they would be forever. . . .
The Bloody Sire
It is not bad. Let them play.
Let the guns bark and the bombing-plane
Speak his prodigious blasphemies. . . .
"Blow, Blow, Thou Winter Wind"
Blow, blow, thou winter wind,
Thou art not so unkind
As man’s ingratitude; . . .
The Blues Don’t Change
And I was born with you, wasn’t I, Blues?
Wombed with you, wounded, reared and forwarded
from address to address, stamped, stomped . . .
A Boat Beneath a Sunny Sky
A BOAT beneath a sunny sky,
Lingering onward dreamily
In an evening of July — . . .
