Darkness
The sun rose in the sky again this morning. Sometimes I wonder why it wants to rise And look at all the wrongs it has to see. Perhaps it doesn’t want to, and can’t help it, The way white people don’t want—I suppose— To be unkind, and yet can’t seem to help it. No, nothing […]
Prescription for Pride
Carry defeat With a conquering air Les passers pity Lest strangers stare. Shelter sorrow In shimmering pride Les friends deplore Lest foes deride. But weep, weep well When you’re all alone Lest your heart congeal To a small stone. –Good Housekeeping, August 1946 –reprinted in Because It’s Here
Advice to Advisors
Never tell a soul in sorrow There are others hurt as he Never tell him sure tomorrow Shall supply his remedy. Say his grief’s unprecedented, Pat time’s healing to allay. Let him agonize, contented, While time steals the sting away. –Saturday Evening Post, September 1946