The Heart of a Woman
The heart of a woman goes forth with the dawn,
As a lone bird, soft winging, so restlessly on,
Afar o’er life’s turrets and vales does it roam
In the wake of those echoes the heart calls home.
The heart of a woman falls back with the night,
And enters some alien cage in its plight,
And tries to forget it has dreamed of the stars
While it breaks, breaks, breaks on the sheltering bars.
(Georgia Douglas Johnson, in The Heart of a Woman, 1918)
Old Black Men
They have dreamed as young men dream
Of glory, love and power;
They have hoped as youth will hope
Of life’s sun-minted hour.
They have seen as other saw
Their bubbles burst in air,
And they have learned to live it down
As though they did not care.
(Georgia Douglas Johnson, in Bronze, 1922)
Cosmopolite
Not wholly this or that,
But wrought
Of alien bloods am I,
A product of the interplay
Of traveled hearts.
Estranged, yet not estranged, I stand
All comprehending;
From my estate
I view earth’s frail dilemma;
Scion of fused strength am I,
All understanding,
Nor this nor that
Contains me.
(Georgia Douglas Johnson, in Bronze, 1922)
The Measure
Fierce is the conflict—the battle of eyes,
Sure and unerring, the wordless replies,
Challenges flash from their ambushing caves—
Men, by their glances, are masters or slaves.
(Georgia Douglas Johnson, in The Heart of a Woman, 1918)
Odilon Redon – Fleurs Etranges (Strange Flowers), 1910
