The Tragedy of White Injustice (Marcus Mosiah Garvey Poems)
(1)Lying and stealing is the white man's game;For rights of God nor man he has no shame(A practice of his ...
(1)Lying and stealing is the white man's game;For rights of God nor man he has no shame(A practice of his ...
_In Commemoration of the Founding of the Massachusetts Bay Colony in the Year 1623._ I. They who maintained their rights, Through storm and stress, And ...
PHI BETA KAPPA ODEHARVARD UNIVERSITYJune 30, 1910IAll day long in the city's canyon-street, With its populous cliffs alive on either side, I ...
ISONG With a hey! and a hi! and a hey-ho rhyme! O the shepherd lad He is ne'er so glad As when he pipes, ...
Obedience to the seasons' marshall-rod,That is a law of God,Here beauty passes with her gorgeous train,On paths that range from ...
"I KNOW where I'd getAn ass that would do,If I had the moneyA pound or two."Said a ragged manTo my ...
Sprung of the father blood, the mother brain,Are they who point our pathway and sustain.They rarely meet; one soars, one ...
(NORTHERN MEXICO, 1640)As you look from the plaza at Leon westYou can see her house, but the view is bestFrom ...
I have always aspired to a more spacious form that would be free from the claims of poetry or prose ...
Ho! Ye who mourn the serried ranks that mouldOn fens of Flanders, hills of Picardy,Who rail at king or kaiser, ...
Exempt! She "does not have to work!" So might one talkDefending long, bedridden ease, Weak yielding ankles, flaccid ...
I will put Chaos into fourteen lines And keep him there; and let him thence escape If he be lucky; ...
Agent Ferman of the FBI Came and looked me in the eye Grabbed me from my house I had to ...
Dawn has reached the ridges to the north and a thin line of light chased the night west; it is ...
1) Sleeping birds, lead me, soft birds, be me inside this black room, back of the white moon. In the ...
When Yankies, skill'd in martial rule, First put the British troops to school; Instructed them in warlike trade, And new ...
My swirling wants. Your frozen lips. The grammar turned and attacked me. Themes, written under duress. Emptiness of the notations. ...
Take it away, and swallow it yourself. Ha! Look you, there's a rat. Last night there were a dozen on ...
(To Mrs. Edward MacDowell) No sound of any storm that shakes Old island walls with older seas Comes here where ...
I have always aspired to a more spacious form that would be free from the claims of poetry or prose ...
Chapter I. Once on a time, a Dawn, all red and bright Leapt on the conquered ramparts of the Night, ...
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