XXVIII. And thus we two were reconciled, The white child and black mother, thus: For, as I sang it, soft and wild The same song, more melodious, Rose from the grave whereon I sate! To join the souls of both of us. XXIX. I look on the sea and the sky! Where the pilgrims' ships first anchored lay, The free sun rideth gloriously; But the pilgrim-ghosts have slid away Through the earliest streaks of the morn. My face is black, but it glares with a scorn Which they dare not meet by day. XXX. Ah!-in their 'stead, their hunter sons! Ah, ah! they are on me— —they hunt in a ringKeep off! I brave you all at once I throw off your eyes like snakes that sting! You have killed the black eagle at nest, I think : Did you never stand still in your triumph, and shrink From the stroke of her wounded wing? XXXI. (Man, drop that stone you dared to lift!-) I wish you, who stand there five a-breast, Each, for his own wife's joy and gift, XXXII. I am not mad: I am black. I see you staring in my face- And this land is the free America: And this mark on my wrist. . (I prove what I say) Ropes tied me up here to the flogging-place. XXXIII. You think I shrieked then? Not a sound! I hung, as a gourd hangs in the sun. I only cursed them all around, As softly as I might have done My very own child!-From these sands XXXIV. Whips, curses; these must answer those! Our countless wounds that pay no debt. XXXV. Our wounds are different. Your white men Are, after all, not gods indeed, Nor able to make Christs again Do good with bleeding. We who bleed... (Stand off!) we help not in our loss! We are too heavy for our cross, And fall and crush you and your seed. XXXVI. I fall, I swoon! I look at the sky: Of liberty's exquisite pain— In the name of the white child, waiting for me In the death-dark where we may kiss and agree, White men, I leave you all curse-free In my broken heart's disdain! HECTOR IN THE GARDEN. I. NINE years old! The first of any Seem the happiest years that come:— Yet when I was nine, I said No such word!-I thought, instead, That the Greeks had used as many In besieging Ilium. II. Nine green years had scarcely brought me III. If the rain fell, there was sorrow ;- IV. Such a charm was right Canidian, Then the rain hummed dimly off, V. And the sun and I together VI Underneath the chestnuts dripping, VII. In the garden, lay supinely A huge giant, wrought of spade! In a passive giant strength,— And the meadow turf, cut finely, Round them laid and interlaid. |