The Lost Poets Series: Arna Bontemps

Poet: Arna Bontemps  
   
God Give to Men  
   
God give the yellow man  
an easy breeze at blossom  
time.  Grant his eager, slanting eyes  to cover every land and dream  of afterwhile.  
   
Give blue-eyed men their
swivel   chairs to whirl in tall buildings.   Allow them many
ships at sea,   and on land,
soldiers and policemen.  
   
For blackman, God, no need
to   bother more but only fill
afresh  his meed of laughter,
his cup of   tears.    
   
God suffer little men the taste  
of soul's desire.  
   
   
   
   
   
Me:  
   
A Sole, Separation  
   
In 'wildered eyes,    
quiet tears fall    
into streams  
   
visions, are scenes    
set to muse- to-cull,    
pristine are the opened spaces  
   
Places, I've seen where  
euphoric,  as said    
are of whence a child    
might pique of loftier dreams...