Langston Hughes in 1925
To a Dead Friend
by Langston Hughes
[first published in the May 1922 issue of Crisis]


The moon still sends its mellow light
        Through the purple blackness of the night;
The morning star is palely bright 
                Before the dawn.

The sun still shines just as before;
The rose still grows beside my door,
                But you have gone.

The sky is blue and the robin sings;
The butterflies dance on rainbow wings
                Though I am sad.

In all the earth no joy can be;
Happiness comes no more to me,
                For you are dead.

 


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