“Poem or To F. S.”

I begin with my favourite piece of poetry.  Written by Harlem Renaissance poet Langston Hughes for Ferdinand Smith, a Jamaican sailor and his (alleged) lover.

Like any good piece of art, I keep returning to it at various points in my life with a fresh set of eyes and a different perspective that never dulls the power of the words.  Memory and prophecy, co-mingling.

I’ve often thought of getting this tattooed on my body, but I can’t think of a place that would be appropriate and that wouldn’t terrify prospective lovers and crush a boner with the power of a million crying jags.

So, only on my heart.  For now.

Poem or To F. S. 
by Langston Hughes

I loved my friend.
He went away from me.
There is nothing more to say.
The poem ends,
Soft as it began, —
I loved my friend.

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