Bastard Song for H.F
Since I am neither truly one, nor really true the other,
Can you not see that I must be the third-the first two's brother?
For it is true I am not black and just as true not white,
But when the day gives sudden way, dusk stands 'tween it and night
And dusk is just as true a thing as either night or day
And if the dusk smells faint of musk, turn not its scent away-
Night perfumes dusk's pallor-day etiolates the night:
My love for you is love for you though neither black nor white.
Yes, it's love I offer you and hope that you will keep.
This love you see is true, from me;--but no--it is to weep,
For you-pale white-cannot trust love from whom you've loved too long
And yet deride with untaught pride-my love is far too strong
So what thing can I offer you? What gift is there to give?
Not even dreams, or so it seems-for you refuse to live.
So this I offer you is weak with right and wrong--
Half dark, half light, half black, half white--a truly Bastard Song.