A Bronzeville Mother Loiters In Mississippi. Meanwhile, A Mississippi Mother Burns Bacon (Gwendolyn Elizabeth Brooks Poems)
From the first it had been like aBallad. It had the beat inevitable. It had the blood.A wildness cut up, ...
From the first it had been like aBallad. It had the beat inevitable. It had the blood.A wildness cut up, ...
In the Borghese, Caravaggio, painter of boy whores, street punk, exile & murderer,Left behind his own face in the decapitated, ...
A maiden from the Bosphorus,With eyes as bright as phosphorus,Once wed the wealthy bailiffOf the caliphOf Kelat.Though diligent and zealous, ...
Storms of perfume lift from honeysuckle,lilac, clover-and drift across the threshold,outside reclaiming inside as its home.Warm days whirl in a ...
In this dream that dogs me I am partOf a silent crowd walking under a wall,Leaving a football match, perhaps, ...
Why — can anybody say? —Has upon my natal dayNothing ever taken placeOf importance to the race?Why has no one ...
In this dream that dogs me I am part Of a silent crowd walking under a wall, Leaving a football ...
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