MOTHER NIGHT

by: James Weldon Johnson (1871-1938)

      TERNITIES before the first-born day,
      Or ere the first sun fledged his wings of flame,
      Calm Night, the everlasting and the same,
      A brooding mother over chaos lay.
      And whirling suns shall blaze and then decay,
      Shall run their fiery courses and then claim
      The haven of the darkness whence they came;
      Back to Nirvanic peace shall grope their way.
       
      So when my feeble sun of life burns out,
      And sounded is the hour for my long sleep,
      I shall, full weary of the feverish light,
      Welcome the darkness without fear or doubt,
      And heavy-lidded, I shall softly creep
      Into the quiet bosom of the Night.

"Mother Night" is reprinted from The Book of American Negro Poetry. Ed. James Weldon Johnson. New York: Harcourt, Brace and Co., 1922.

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