“Memory will lay its hands upon your breast, and you will understand my hatred.” — Gwendolyn Bennett Copy Share Image
“Hating you shall be a game Played with cool hands And slim fingers. Your heart will yearn For the lonely splendor Of the pine tree While rekindled fires In my eyes Shall wound you like swift arrows. Memory will lay… — Gwendolyn Bennett Copy Share Image
“Memory will lay its hands upon your breast, and you will understand my hatred.” — Gwendolyn Bennett Copy Share Image
“Hating you shall be a game Played with cool hands And slim fingers. Your heart will yearn For the lonely splendor Of the pine… — Gwendolyn Bennett Copy Share Image
