Poems by Jessie Redmon Fauset

When April's here and meadows wide
Once more with spring's sweet growths are pied
I close e...

On summer afternoons I sit
Quiescent by you in the park
And idly watch the sunbeams gild
And tint...

Again, as always, when the shadows fall, In that sweet space between the dark and day, I leav...

“I can remember when I was a little, young girl, how my old mammy would sit out of doors in the e...

If this is peace, this dead and leaden thing, Then better far the hateful fret, the sting.B...

Again it is September!
It seems so strange that I who made no vows
Should sit here desolate t...