Jim Crow: The Sequel (June Jordan Poems)
An angry Black woman on the subject of the angry White man:We didn't always need affirmative actionWhen we broke this ...
An angry Black woman on the subject of the angry White man:We didn't always need affirmative actionWhen we broke this ...
Ben Boyd's Tower is watching- Watching o'er the sea;Ben Boyd's Tower is waiting For her and me. We do not know the day, We ...
TWO COUPLES are drifting the self-same way (Men of the world know well)From the ballroom glare as the night grows grey (Men ...
If GodInvited you to a partyAnd said,'EveryoneIn the ballroom tonightWill be my specialGuest...'How would you then treat themWhen youArrived?Indeed, indeed!And ...
1white curtains of infinite fatiguedominating the starborn heritage of the colonies of St Franciswhite curtains of tortured destiniesinheriting the calamities ...
My dear ladies - that is to say, those of you who may happen inadvertently to glance through this ...
HE.See the smoke-wreaths how they curl so lightly skywardFrom the ivied cottage nestled in the trees:Such a lovely spot-I really ...
Gay balloons and coloured streamers,Gliding figures, footsteps light,Flannelled youths and short-frocked maidensJazzing gaily through the night.Music quaint and queer and ...
Little boy Love drew his bow at a chance, Shooting down at the ballroom floor; He hit an old chaperone ...
You, my photographer, you, most aware,Who climbed to the bridge when the iceberg struck,Climbed with your camera when the ship's ...
It begins again, the nocturnal pulse. It courses through the cables laid for it. It mounts to the chandeliers and ...
But why did I kill him? Why? Why? In the small, gilded room, near the stair? My ears rack and ...
Part First Frau Concert-Meister Altgelt shut the door. A storm was rising, heavy gusts of wind Swirled through the trees, ...
It begins again, the nocturnal pulse. It courses through the cables laid for it. It mounts to the chandeliers and ...
When a woman looks up at you with a twist about her eyes, And her brows are half uplifted in ...
'Tis time to dress. Dost hear the music surging Like sobbing waves that roll up from the sea? Yes, yes, ...
I never did fit in - at six or sixty one - I stand out in a crowd, too young ...
You, my photographer, you, most aware, Who climbed to the bridge when the iceberg struck, Climbed with your camera when ...
The Mountains A land of sombre, silent hills, where mountain cattle go By twisted tracks, on sidelings deep, where giant ...
A land, as far as the eye can see, where the waving grasses grow Or the plains are blackened and ...
I I have loved England, dearly and deeply, Since that first morning, shining and pure, The white cliffs of Dover ...
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