SCULPTURED WORSHIP
by: William Stanley Braithwaite
(1878-1962)
- HE zones
of warmth around his heart,
No alien airs had crossed;
But he awoke one morn to feel
The magic numbness of autumnal frost.
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- His thoughts were a loose skein of threads,
And tangled emotions, vague and dim;
And sacrificing what he loved
He lost the dearest part of him.
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- In sculptured worship now he lives,
His one desire a prisoned ache;
If he can never melt again
His very heart will break.
"Sculptured Worship" is
reprinted from The Book of American Negro Poetry. Ed.
James Weldon Johnson. New York: Harcourt, Brace and Co., 1922 |
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