Poem by James Weldon Johnson

Her Eyes Twin Pools

Her eyes, twin pools of mystic light,
The blend of star-sheen and black night;
O'er which, to sound their glamouring haze,
A man might bend, and vainly gaze.

Her eyes, twin pools so dark and deep,
In which life's ancient mysteries sleep;
Wherein, to seek the quested goal,
A man might plunge, and lose his soul.

1. And the Greatest of These Is War
2. An Explanation
3. Brer Rabbit, You's de Cutes' of 'Em All
4. De Little Pickaninny's Gone to Sleep
5. The Ghost of Deacon Brown

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