Caroling Dusk/Hatred

For works with similar titles, see Hatred.

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Lines Written at at the Grave of Alexander Dumas

Caroling Dusk (1927)
edited by Countee Cullen

Hatred by Gwendolyn B. Bennett

Sonnet—1

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HATRED

I shall hate youLike a dart of singing steelShot through still airAt even-tide.Or solemnlyAs pines are soberWhen they stand etchedAgainst the sky.Hating you shall be a gamePlayed with cool handsAnd slim fingers.Your heart will yearnFor the lonely splendorOf the pine tree;While rekindled firesIn my eyesShall wound you like swift arrows.Memory will lay its handsUpon your breastAnd you will understandMy hatred.