Thursday, March 09, 2006

Countee Cullen Poem

"Live like the wind," he said, "unfettered,
And love me while you can;
And when you will, and can be bettered,
Go to the better man.

"For you'll grow weary, maybe, sleeping
So long a time with me;
Like this there'll be no cause for weeping;
The wind is always free.

"Go when you please," he would be saying,
His mouth hard on her own;
That's why she stayed and loved the staying,
Contented to the bone.

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