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Twenty Years Go By On Noiseless Feet (from The Spanish) Twenty Years Go By On Noiseless Feet (from The Spanish)

Twenty Years Go By On Noiseless Feet (from The Spanish)
Twenty years go by on noiseless feet, He returns, and once again they meet, She exclaims, "Good heavens! and is that he?" He mutters, "My God! and that is she!"(The end)James Weldon Johnson's poem: Twenty Years Go By On Noiseless Feet (from The Spanish)... Poems - Post by : homebizgateway - Date : October 2011 - Author : James Weldon Johnson - Read : 2942

Enough Of Love! (sonnet) Enough Of Love! (sonnet)

Enough Of Love! (sonnet)
(From the Spanish of Placido) Enough of love! Let break its every hold! Ended my youthful folly! for I know That, like the dazzling, glister-shedding snow, Celia, thou art beautiful, but cold. I do not find in thee that warmth which glows, Which, all these dreary days, my heart has sought, That warmth without which love is lifeless, naught More than a painted fruit, a waxen rose.... Poems - Post by : Iluva_Cake - Date : October 2011 - Author : James Weldon Johnson - Read : 765

The Glory Of The Day Was In Her Face The Glory Of The Day Was In Her Face

The Glory Of The Day Was In Her Face
The glory of the day was in her face, The beauty of the night was in her eyes. And over all her loveliness, the grace Of Morning blushing in the early skies. And in her voice, the calling of the dove; Like music of a sweet, melodious part. And in her smile, the breaking light of love; And all the gentle virtues in her heart. And now the glorious day, the beauteous night, The... Poems - Post by : peace - Date : October 2011 - Author : James Weldon Johnson - Read : 1747

The Young Warrior The Young Warrior

The Young Warrior
Mother, shed no mournful tears, But gird me on my sword; And give no utterance to thy fears, But bless me with thy word. The lines are drawn! The fight is on! A cause is to be won! Mother, look not so white and wan; Give Godspeed to thy son. Now let thine eyes my way pursue Where'er my footsteps fare; And when they lead beyond thy view,... Poems - Post by : Tortuga505 - Date : October 2011 - Author : James Weldon Johnson - Read : 2590

Mother Night Mother Night

Mother Night
Eternities before the first-born day, Or ere the first sun fledged his wings of flame, Calm Night, the everlasting and the same, A brooding mother over chaos lay. And whirling suns shall blaze and then decay, Shall run their fiery courses and then claim The haven of the darkness whence they came; Back to Nirvanic peace shall grope their way. So when my feeble sun of life burns out,... Poems - Post by : pem3d - Date : October 2011 - Author : James Weldon Johnson - Read : 2677

The White Witch The White Witch

The White Witch
O, brothers mine, take care! Take care! The great white witch rides out to-night, Trust not your prowess nor your strength; Your only safety lies in flight; For in her glance there is a snare, And in her smile there is a blight. The great white witch you have not seen? Then, younger brothers mine, forsooth, Like nursery children you have looked For ancient hag and snaggled tooth; But no, not... Poems - Post by : connectworld - Date : October 2011 - Author : James Weldon Johnson - Read : 1785

Fragment Fragment

Fragment
The hand of Fate cannot be stayed, The course of Fate cannot be steered, By all the gods that man has made, Nor all the devils he has feared, Not by the prayers that might be prayed In all the temples he has reared. See! In your very midst there dwell Ten thousand thousand blacks, a wedge Forged in the furnaces of hell, And sharpened to a cruel edge By wrong... Poems - Post by : trebor1000 - Date : October 2011 - Author : James Weldon Johnson - Read : 815

Brothers Brothers

Brothers
See! There he stands; not brave, but with an air Of sullen stupor. Mark him well! Is he Not more like brute than man? Look in his eye! No light is there; none, save the glint that shines In the now glaring, and now shifting orbs Of some wild animal caught in the hunter's trap. How came this beast in human shape and form? Speak, man!--We call you man because you wear His... Poems - Post by : rondo - Date : October 2011 - Author : James Weldon Johnson - Read : 1122

Father, Father Abraham Father, Father Abraham

Father, Father Abraham
(On the Anniversary of Lincoln's Birth) Father, Father Abraham, To-day look on us from above; On us, the offspring of thy faith, The children of thy Christ-like love. For that which we have humbly wrought, Give us to-day thy kindly smile; Wherein we've failed or fallen short, Bear with us, Father, yet awhile. Father, Father Abraham, To-day we lift our hearts... Poems - Post by : topgun - Date : October 2011 - Author : James Weldon Johnson - Read : 923

The Black Mammy The Black Mammy

The Black Mammy
O whitened head entwined in turban gay, O kind black face, O crude, but tender hand, O foster-mother in whose arms there lay The race whose sons are masters of the land! It was thine arms that sheltered in their fold, It was thine eyes that followed through the length Of infant days these sons. In times of old It was thy breast that nourished them to strength. So often hast thou to thy bosom pressed... Poems - Post by : seizeyourwealth - Date : October 2011 - Author : James Weldon Johnson - Read : 3337

The Color Sergeant The Color Sergeant

The Color Sergeant
(On an Incident at the Battle of San Juan Hill) Under a burning tropic sun, With comrades around him lying, A trooper of the sable Tenth Lay wounded, bleeding, dying. First in the charge up the fort-crowned hill, His company's guidon bearing, He had rushed where the leaden hail fell fast, Not death nor danger fearing. He fell in the front where the fight grew fierce, Still faithful in life's last... Poems - Post by : troloff - Date : October 2011 - Author : James Weldon Johnson - Read : 1673

To Horace Bumstead To Horace Bumstead

To Horace Bumstead
Have you been sore discouraged in the fight, And even sometimes weighted by the thought That those with whom and those for whom you fought Lagged far behind, or dared but faintly smite? And that the opposing forces in their might Of blind inertia rendered as for naught All that throughout the long years had been wrought, And powerless each blow for Truth and Right? If so, take new... Poems - Post by : sreenivas - Date : October 2011 - Author : James Weldon Johnson - Read : 2982

O Southland! O Southland!

O Southland!
O Southland! O Southland! Have you not heard the call, The trumpet blown, the word made known To the nations, one and all? The watchword, the hope-word, Salvation's present plan? A gospel new, for all--for you: Man shall be saved by man. O Southland! O Southland! Do you not hear to-day The mighty beat of onward feet,... Poems - Post by : webbcomm - Date : October 2011 - Author : James Weldon Johnson - Read : 3298

O Black And Unknown Bards O Black And Unknown Bards

O Black And Unknown Bards
O black and unknown bards of long ago, How came your lips to touch the sacred fire? How, in your darkness, did you come to know The power and beauty of the minstrel's lyre? Who first from midst his bonds lifted his eyes? Who first from out the still watch, lone and long, Feeling the ancient faith of prophets rise Within his dark-kept soul, burst into song? Heart of what slave poured out such melody... Poems - Post by : seobro - Date : October 2011 - Author : James Weldon Johnson - Read : 2895

To America To America

To America
How would you have us, as we are? Or sinking 'neath the load we bear? Our eyes fixed forward on a star? Or gazing empty at despair? Rising or falling? Men or things? With dragging pace or footsteps fleet? Strong, willing sinews in your wings? Or tightening chains about your feet?(The end)James Weldon Johnson's poem: To America... Poems - Post by : mendeo - Date : October 2011 - Author : James Weldon Johnson - Read : 938

Fifty Years Fifty Years

Fifty Years
O brothers mine, to-day we stand Where half a century sweeps our ken, Since God, through Lincoln's ready hand, Struck off our bonds and made us men. Just fifty years--a winter's day-- As runs the history of a race; Yet, as we look back o'er the way, How distant seems our starting place! Look farther back! Three centuries! To where a naked, shivering score,... Poems - Post by : blansinger - Date : October 2011 - Author : James Weldon Johnson - Read : 2801