A poem from the Everyman's Library edition of gay and lesbian poetry, Love Speaks Its Name
A poem from the Everyman's Library edition of gay and lesbian poetry, Love Speaks Its Name
Since little time is granted here
For pride in pain or play,
Since blood soon cools before that Fear
That makes our prowess clay,
If lips to kiss are freely met,
Lad, be not proud nor shy;
There are no lips where men forget,
And undesiring lie.
Countee Cullen