The Heart Of A Woman
By Georgia Douglas Johnson

THE HEART of a woman goes forth with the dawn,
As a lone bird, soft winging, so restlessly on,
Afar o'er life's turrets and vales does it roam
In the wake of those echoes the heart calls home.

The heart of a woman falls back with the night,
And enters some alien cage in its plight,
And tries to forget it has dreamed of the stars
While it breaks, breaks, breaks on the sheltering bars.

Zalka Peetruza
By Ray G. Dandridge


She danced, near nude, to tom tom beat,
With swaying arms and flying feet,
`Mid swirling spangles, gauze and lace,
Her all was dancing-save her face.

A conscience, dumb to brooding fears,
Companioned hearing deaf to cheers;
A body, marshalled by the will,
Kept dancing while a heart stood still:

And eyes obsessed with vacant stare,
Looked over heads to empty air,
As though they sought to find therein,
Redemption for a maiden sin.

`Twas thus, amid force driven grace,
We found the lost look on her face;
And then, to us, did it occur
That, though we saw-we saw not her