Gwendolyn B. Bennett Quotes & Sayings

Hating you shall be a game
Played with cool hands
And slim fingers.
Your heart will yearn
For the lonely splendor
Of the pine tree
While rekindled fires
In my eyes
Shall wound you like swift arrows.
Memory will lay its hands
Upon your breast
And you will understand
My hatred. — Gwendolyn B. Bennett

I want to hear the chanting
Around a heathen fire
Of a strange black race. — Gwendolyn B. Bennett

All eager-lipped I kissed the mouth of Death. — Gwendolyn B. Bennett

I want to feel the surging
Of my sad people's soul
Hidden by a minstrel-smile. — Gwendolyn B. Bennett

Silence is a sounding thing, To one who listens hungrily — Gwendolyn B. Bennett