Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE DAILY GRIND, by FENTON JOHNSON Poet's Biography First Line: If nature says to you Last Line: God has blest you. Subject(s): African Americans; Negroes; American Blacks | ||||||||
If Nature says to you, "I intend you for something fine, For something to sing the song That only my whirling stars can sing, For something to burn in the firmament With all the fervor of my golden sun, For something to moisten the parched souls As only my rivulets can moisten the parched." What can you do? If the System says to you, "I intend you to grind and grind Grains of corn beneath millstones; I intend you to shovel and sweat Before a furnace of Babylon; I intend you for grist and meat To fatten my pompous gods As they wallow in an alcoholic nectar," What can you do? Naught can you do But watch that eternal battle Between Nature and the system. You cannot blame God, You cannot blame man; For God did not make the system, Neither did man fashion Nature. You can only die each morning, And live again in the dreams of the night. If Nature forgets you, If the System forgets you, God has blest you. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY AUNT ELLA MAE by MICHAEL S. HARPER DERRICK POEM (THE LOST WORLD) by TERRANCE HAYES ODE TO BIG TREND by TERRANCE HAYES WOOFER (WHEN I CONSIDER THE AFRICAN-AMERICAN) by TERRANCE HAYES CONDITIONS XXI by ESSEX HEMPHILL |
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