Bereavement
Whose was that gentle voice, that, whispering sweet,
Promised methought long days of bliss sincere!
Soothing it stole on my deluded ear, . . .
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The Birth of John Henry
The night John Henry is born an ax
of lightning splits the sky,
and a hammer of thunder pounds the earth, . . .
A Birthday
My heart is like a singing bird
Whose nest is in a water'd shoot;
My heart is like an apple-tree . . .
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. . . .
Blackberrying
Nobody in the lane, and nothing, nothing but blackberries,
Blackberries on either side, though on the right mainly,
A blackberry alley, going down in hooks, and a sea . . .
The Blackstone Rangers
I
AS SEEN BY DISCIPLINES
. . .
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. . . .
