Your Brother is a Slave (D H Jaques Poems)
O weep, ye friends of Freedom, weep!Shout liberty no more;Your harps to mournful measures sweep,Till slavery's reign is o'er.O, furl ...
O weep, ye friends of Freedom, weep!Shout liberty no more;Your harps to mournful measures sweep,Till slavery's reign is o'er.O, furl ...
It was 1963 or 4, summer, and my father was driving our family from Ft. Hood to North Carolina in ...
Dear Condor: Much thanks for that telephonic support from North Carolina when I suddenly went ape in the Iowa tulips. ...
I What new element before us unborn in nature? Is there a new thing under the Sun? At last inquisitive ...
The message is unknown; unimportant He spoke with authority. Now that was the thing The real message in the Word ...
They called me rollman the herb and garlic sauce, just too good to leave on the plate that night in ...
A cord of ten brown pelicans snaked through the hot air cutting the shimmering heat almost kissing the skin of ...
Under General Greene, in South Carolina, who fell in the action of September 8, 1781 AT Eutaw Springs the valiant ...
There is fog upon the river, there is mirk upon the town; You can hear the groping ferries as they ...
This is a day of happiness, sweet peace, And heavenly sunshine; upon which conven'd In full assembly fair, once more ...
LEANDER. No more of Memphis and her mighty kings, Or Alexandria, where the Ptolomies. Taught golden commerce to unfurl her ...
crawl toward the machine guns except to freeze for explosions and flares. It was still ninety degrees at night in ...
not much chance, completely cut loose from purpose, he was a young man riding a bus through North Carolina on ...
1 O TAKE my hand, Walt Whitman! Such gliding wonders! such sights and sounds! Such join'd unended links, each hook'd ...
1 WHO are you, dusky woman, so ancient, hardly human, With your woolly-white and turban'd head, and bare bony feet? ...
AMERICA always! Always our own feuillage! Always Florida's green peninsula! Always the priceless delta of Louisiana! Always the cotton-fields of ...
OVER the carnage rose prophetic a voice, Be not dishearten'd-Affection shall solve the problems of Freedom yet; Those who love ...
The back, the yoke, the yardage. Lapped seams, The nearly invisible stitches along the collar Turned in a sweatshop by ...
I am stretched out under the lean-to Of an old tobacco-shed On a farm in North Carolina. A cardinal sings ...
Oh! the dew-wet grass of the meadow in North Carolina Through which Rebecca followed me wailing, wailing, One child in ...
Spring and Summer, Fall and Winter and Spring, After each other drifting, past my window drifting! And I lay so ...
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