Hiawatha And Mudjekeewis (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
Out of childhood into manhood Now had grown my Hiawatha, Skilled in all the craft of hunters, Learned in all ...
Out of childhood into manhood Now had grown my Hiawatha, Skilled in all the craft of hunters, Learned in all ...
(or Blues for a Mississippi Black Boy) I was born in Mississippi; I walked barefooted thru the mud. Born black ...
There's a whisper down the field where the year has shot her yield, And the ricks stand grey to the ...
There's a whisper down the field where the year has shot her yield, And the ricks stand gray to the ...
I ate pancakes one night in a Pancake House Run by a lady my age. She was gay. When I ...
It was 1963 or 4, summer, and my father was driving our family from Ft. Hood to North Carolina in ...
Despite the noon sun shimmering on Court Street, each day I leave my desk, and window-shop, waste time, and use ...
I've known rivers: I've known rivers ancient as the world and older than the flow of human blood in human ...
No Time To think, to plan, to dream, to be ready Reading slower as time goes on Words blur in ...
Lingo of birds was easier than lingo of peasants- they were elusive, though, the birds, for excellent reasons. He thought ...
I hear a whistling Through the water. Little Emmett Won't be still. He keeps floating Round the darkness, Edging through ...
I said goodbye to Beale Street one year, eyes hurting from the painful contrast of stark white on black - ...
Far from the Rappahannock, the silent Danube moves along toward the sea. The brown and green Nile rolls slowly Like ...
THE BABY moon, a canoe, a silver papoose canoe, sails and sails in the Indian west. A ring of silver ...
MANY ways to spell good night. Fireworks at a pier on the Fourth of July spell it with red wheels ...
KEEP a red heart of memories Under the great gray rain sheds of the sky, Under the open sun and ...
CLOWNS DYINGFIVE circus clowns dying this year, morning newspapers told their lives, how each one horizontal in a last gesture ...
DRUM on your drums, batter on your banjoes, sob on the long cool winding saxophones. Go to it, O jazzmen. ...
BOX cars run by a mile long. And I wonder what they say to each other When they stop a ...
IT'S going to come out all right-do you know? The sun, the birds, the grass-they know. They get along-and we'll ...
The whole world on a raft! A King is here, The record of his grandeur but a smear. Is it ...
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