Length of Moon in  General   

Then the golden hour
Will tick its last
And the flame will go down in the flower.
A briefer length of moon
Will mark the sea-line and the yellow dune.
Then we may think of this, yet
There will be something forgotten
And something we should forget.
It will be like all things we know: .
A stone will fail; a rose is sure to go.
It will be quiet then and we may stay Long at the picket gate
But there will be less to say.

By Arna Bontemps

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Other poems by Arna Bontemps:

• A Black Man Talks of Reaping
• God Give to Men
• Length of Moon
• Nocturne of the Wharves
• Reconnaissance
• Southern Mansion
• The Day-Breakers