Text
Flowers of Darkness
by Frank Marshall Davis
Slowly the night blooms, unfurling
Flowers of darkness, covering
The trellised sky, becoming
A bouquet of blackness
Unending
Touched with sprigs
Of pale and budding stars
Soft the night smell
Among April trees
Soft and richly rare
Yet commonplace
Perfume on a cosmic scale
I turn to you Mary Lou
I see the flowering night
Cameo condensed
Into the lone black rose
Of your face
The young woman-smell
Of your poppy body
Rises to my brain as opium
Yet silently motionless
I sit with twitching fingers
Yea, even reverently
Sit I
With you and the blossoming night
For what flower, plucked
Lingers long?
Sheet Music
Flowers of Darkness
Composer(s): Dorothy Rudd Moore
Voice Type: tenor
Buy via American Composers Alliance