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...A PASTORAL DIALOGUE: SHEPHERD, NYMPH, CHORUS by THOMAS CAREW THE NINETEENTH OF APRIL, 1861 by LUCY LARCOM BURIAL by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY APRIL, FR. LOVE'S LABOUR'S LOST by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE FELISE by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE THE TRIUMPHS OF THY CONQUERING POWER by WILLIAM HILEY BATHURST VENETIAN BLIND by HELEN DARBY BERNING THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 114. A LATER DEDICATION by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |