Poem 50 ("I lost my way, I forgot …") from "Book of Mercy"
I lost my way, I forgot to call on your name. The raw heart beat against the world, and the tears were for my lost victory. But you are here. You have always been here. The world is all forgetting, and the heart is a rage of directions, but your name unifies the heart, and the world is lifted into its place. Blessed is the one who waits in the traveller’s heart for his turning.
summer scented flower
you are my muse beyond savour
a slender willow gliding on by
a summer scented flower in bloom
so delightfully seductive with your
twinkling dark deep alluring eye’s
awakening an old man’s amorousness
from his reconciled drying virility
washed-up by life & aging
Breeze is blowin’ wif perfume,
Jes’ enough to tease you ;
Hollyhocks is all in bloom,
Smellin’ fu’ to please you.
Go ‘way, folk an’ let me lone,
Times is gettin’ dearah.
Summah’s settin’ on de th’one
An I’m a-layin’ neah huh !
American negro poet, Paul Laurence Dunbar.
Western Mail (Perth,… Friday 31 December 1897
foto – ulmarra gardens.