A Black Man Talks of Reaping
I have sown beside all waters in my day.
I planted deep, within my heart the fear
that wind or fowl would take the grain away.
I planted safe against this stark, lean year.
I scattered seed enough to plant the land
in rows from Canada to Mexico
but for my reaping only what the hand
can hold at once is all that I can show.
Yet what I sowed and what the orchard yields
my brother's sons are gathering stalk and root;
small wonder then my children glean in fields
they have not sown, and feed on bitter fruit.
Dedicated to my cousin G. Bess; He shares a birthday with Mr. Bontemps on today, October 13th, and he has sown many good things in the time I have known him. I'm certain there was more before we became close; nevertheless, I pray that he reaps a generous harvest. I'm sure that he will only take that generous harvest and sow even more. This is the reason God gives seed to the sower (2 Corinthians 9:10). God bless you G. Peace~
Sources: poetryfoundation.org and wikipedia.
Photo by: Carl Van Vechten, 1938