Copper Sun (Cullen)/To One Who Was Cruel

by Countee Cullen

To One Who Was Cruel

THE wound you gave
Will not abide,
Nor what you crave
Be gratified.

Time with deft finger
Probing far,
Will let linger
No sign or scar.

Only a line like snow,
So faint, so thin,
Folks will not know
A wound has been.