Poems by Arna Bontemps
The Day-Breakers
... Yet would we die as some have done ...
Southern Mansion
... Poplars are standing there still as death ...
A Black Man Talks of Reaping
... small wonder then my children glean in fields ...
God Give to Men
... of afterwhile. Give blue-eyed men their swivel chairs ...
Reconnaissance
... from the glare. Alone with the shore and the harbor, ...
Length of Moon
... It will be quiet then and we may stay Long at the picket gate ...
Nocturne of the Wharves
... and their shouts go down in the rising sound of waves ...
