by Langston Hughes
Now,
In June,
When the night is a vast softness
Filled with blue stars,
And broken shafts of moon-glimmer
Fall upon the earth,
Am I too old to see the fairies dance?
I cannot find them anymore.
From Crisis magazine, August 1922.
A journal seeking light and beauty in people, places, arts, and culture
by Langston Hughes
Now,
In June,
When the night is a vast softness
Filled with blue stars,
And broken shafts of moon-glimmer
Fall upon the earth,
Am I too old to see the fairies dance?
I cannot find them anymore.
From Crisis magazine, August 1922.