Black girl, standing in your yellow dress, Beside the frost-gray North American barn, Your skin is purple-black as grapes, Your dress is pale as winter wheat, And there are purple storm-clouds over you, Riven with the lightning, wheat-yellow lightning. O strayed vine, O dark and lovely fruit, What are you doing by the North American barn? The tendrils of your laughter climb in vain this alien quarter, And who sees the swift immortal brightness, The lightning, wheat-yellow lightning Heart of your storm? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BATTLE OF LOOKOUT MOUNTAIN [NOVEMBER 24, 1863] by GEORGE HENRY BOKER ACCOUNTABILITY by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR JUDGE NOT by ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER SATIRES: 51. UPON NOTHING by JOHN WILMOT TWELVE SONNETS: 3. THE VALLEY ROSES by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |