“I sailed in my dreams to the Land of Night Where you were the dusk-eyed queen, And there in the pallor of moon-veiled light The loveliest things were seen ... A slim-necked peacock sauntered there In a garden of lavender hues, And you were strange with your purple hair As you sat in your amethyst chair With your feet in your hyacinth shoes. Oh, the moon gave a bluish light Through the trees in the land of dreams and night. I stood behind a bush of yellow-green And whistled a song to the dark-haired queen ...” PoetryPoem Author:Gwendolyn Bennett
“Memory will lay its hands upon your breast, and you will understand my hatred.” MemoryGwendolynBennett Author:Gwendolyn Bennett