William Stanley Beaumont Braithwaite,
The Book of American Negro Poetry
(1922)
“ There are no hollows any more Between the mountains; the prairie floor Is like a curtain with the drape Of the winds' invisible shape; And nowhere seen and nowhere heard The sea's quiet as a sleeping bird. ”
William Stanley Beaumont Braithwaite,
The Book of American Negro Poetry
(1922)
“ Mind free, step free, Days to follow after, Joys of life sold to me For the price of laughter. Girl's love, man's love, Love of work and duty, Just a will of God's to prove Beauty, beauty, beauty! ”
William Stanley Beaumont Braithwaite,
The Book of American Negro Poetry
(1922)
“ He floundered in a sea of doubt— If life was real—or just romance. Sometimes upon his brow would come A little pucker of defiance; He totalled in a word the sum Of all man made of facts and science. ”
