Реферат: Additional Poems By Arna Bontemps Essay Research

Tugging at the dim gray wharf they think

no less of Africa. An east wind blows

and salt spray sweeps the unattended decks.

Shouts of dead men break upon the night.

The captain calls his crew and they respond–

the little ships are dreaming–land is near.

But mist comes up to dim the copper coast,

mist dissembles images of the trees.

The captain and his men alike are lost

and their shouts go down in the rising sound of waves.

Ah little ships, I know your weariness!

I know the sea-green shadows of your dream.

For I have loved the cities of the sea,

and desolations of the old days I

have loved: I was a wanderer like you

and I have broken down before the wind.Reconnaissance

After the cloud embankments,

the lamentation of wind

and the starry descent into time,

we came to the flashing waters and shaded our eyes

from the glare.

Alone with the shore and the harbor,

the stems of the cocoanut trees,

the fronds of silence and hushed music,

we cried for the new revelation

and waited for miracles to rise.

Where elements touch and merge,

where shadows swoon like outcasts on the sand

and the tried moment waits, its courage gone–