Oh, silver tree!
Oh, shining rivers of the soul!

 

In a Harlem cabaret
Six long-headed jazzers play.
A dancing girl whose eyes are bold
Lifts high a dress of silken gold.

 

Oh, singing tree!
Oh, shining rivers of the soul!

 

Were Eve’s eyes
In the first garden
Just a bit too bold?
Was Cleopatra gorgeous
In a gown of gold?

 

Oh, shining tree!
Oh, silver rivers of the soul!

 

In a whirling cabaret
Six long-headed jazzers play.

 

—Langston Hughes.

In the Wasatch Mtns.

[In the Wasatch Mountains, Utah.]