MY LOVE- Richard Bruce Nugent

This week, I have been revisiting an academic paper about, quite possibly,my favorite literary era; The Harlem Renaissance. In doing so, I have been looking at some of the lesser celebrated authors and poets of the era. Today, I’m sharing the work of artist, writer and poet Richard Bruce Nugent, who was the roommate of novelist, editor and playwright Wallace Thurman. Nugent was a flamboyant bohemian who eschewed the popular style of dress.    

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My love has hair
Like midnight,
But midnight fades to dawn.
My love has eyes
Like starlight,
But starlight fades in morn.
My love has a voice
Like dew fall,
But dew-fall dies at a breath.
My love has love
Like life’s all,
But life’s all fades in death.

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