Most things are colorful things -- the sky, earth, and sea. Black men are most men; but the white are free! White things are rare things; so rare, so rare They stole from out a silvered world -- somewhere. Finding earth-plains fair plains, save greenly grassed, They strewed white feathers of cowardice, as they passed; The golden stars with lances fine The hills all red and darkened pine, They blanched with their wand of power; And turned the blood in a ruby rose To a poor white poppy-flower. They pryed a race of black, black men, And burned them to ashes white; then, Laughing, a young one claimed a skull, For the skull of a black is white, not dull, But a glistening awful thing Made, it seems, for this ghoul to swing In the face of God with all his might, And swear by the hell that sired him: "Man-maker, make white!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SUPPLIANT by EDMUND WILLIAM GOSSE THE USE OF FLOWERS by MARY HOWITT THE LAMENTATION OF GLUMDALCLITCH FOR THE LOSS OF GRILDRIG by ALEXANDER POPE UNDERWOODS: BOOK 1: 6. A VISIT FROM THE SEA by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON MAN FRAIL AND GOD ETERNAL by ISAAC WATTS NOW PRECEDENT SONGS, FAREWELL by WALT WHITMAN JIM DALLEY by ALEXANDER ANDERSON |