Youth

I am a knotted nebula— 
a whirling flame 
Shrieking aftire the endless darkness ... 
I am the eternal center of gravity 
and about me swing the crazy moons— 
I am the thunder of rising suns, 
the blaze of the zenith— 
... the tremble of women’s bodies 
in the arms of lovers ... 
I sit on top of the Pole 
Drunk with starry splendor 
Shouting hozzanas at the Pleiades 
... booting footballs at the moon— 
I shall outlast the sun 
and the moon 
and the stars.… 

Credit

This poem is in the public domain. Published in Poem-a-Day on January 18, 2026, by the Academy of American Poets.

About this Poem

“Youth” was published in Ebony and Topaz (1927), a single-issue art and literature magazine founded by Charles S. Johnson—a scholar, sociologist, and advocate of Harlem Renaissance writers and artists.