| Black Love
By Gwendolyn Brooks
Black love, provide the adequate
electric
for what is lapsed and lenient in
us now.
Rouse us from blur, Call us.
Call adequately the postponed
corner brother.
And call our man in the pin-stripe
suiting and restore
him to his abler logic; to his
people.
Call to the shattered sister and
repair her
in her difficult hour, narrow her
fever.
Call to the Elders—
our customary grace and further
sun
loved in the Long-ago, loathed in
the Lately;
a luxury of languish and of rust.
Appraise, assess our Workers in
the Wild, lest they
descend to malformation and to
undertow.
Black love, define and escort our
young, be means and
redemption, discipline. * *
* * * Source:
In
Montgomery and Other Poems |