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I kissed a kiss in youth Upon a dead man’s brow; And that was long ago,— And I’m a grown man now, It’s lain there in the dust, Thirty years and more;— My lips that set a light At a dead man’s door.
Credit
This poem is in the public domain. Published in Poem-a-Day on July 15, 2018, by the Academy of American Poets.
About this Poem
This poem was originally published in The Book of American Negro Poetry (Harcourt, Brace and Company, 1922).
Date Published
01/01/1922