A Poem AAbout Intelligence For My Brothers And Sisters (June Jordan Poems)
A few years back and they told me Blackmeans a hole where other folksgot brain/it was like the cells in ...
A few years back and they told me Blackmeans a hole where other folksgot brain/it was like the cells in ...
I bend o'er the wheel at my sewing;I'm spent; and I'm hungry for rest;No curse on the master bestowing,--No hell-fires ...
A late snow beatsWith cold white fists upon the tenements -Hurriedly drawing blinds and shutters,Like tall old slatternsPulling aprons about ...
SOME folks t'inks hit's right an' p'opah,Soon ez bedtime come erroun',Fu' to scramble to de kiver,Lak dey'd hyeahed de trumpet ...
Trembling Creation's omnipresent sun,Immanent Harmonist, Whose rhythms run.Alike where midge pursues his swift romance,Or grave stars cluster for their midnight ...
FROM the squat tavern laughing to the eastHe turned; within the murmuring babbleceas'd;And red wine split on scattered roses thereExhaled ...
It was n't kid stakes. I 'ad no crook lurk To act deceivin', or to treat 'er mean.I'm old enough ...
The little gipsy vi'lits, they wus peepin' thro' the greenAs she come walkin' in the grass, me little wife, Doreen. ...
I remember the excitement and the terrible alarmThat worried everybody when William broke his arm;An' how frantic Pa and Ma ...
Colonel Fazackerley Butterworth-ToastBought an old castle complete with a ghost,But someone or other forgot to declareTo Colonel Fazak that the ...
A Broadway LyricSHE sits by the side of a turbulent streamThat rushes and rolls foreverUp and down like a weary ...
On a fateful day, an unlucky time,Unannounced, it may happen thus:Stifling, blacker still than a monasteryUtter madness descends on us.Bitter ...
Old Pete Paraday, his mind works very slow;But, when it fastens on a thoughts, he will not let it go.He ...
A song of the setting sun! The sky in the west is red, And the day is all but ...
Yearly, with tent and rifle, our careless white men go By the Pass called Muttianee, to shoot in the vale ...
Let America be America again. Let it be the dream it used to be. Let it be the pioneer on ...
(France -- Ancient Regime.) I. Go away! Go away; I will not confess to you! His black biretta clings like ...
The night's drifts Pile up below me and behind my back, Slide down the hill, rise again, and build Eerie ...
One Christmas was so much like another, in those years around the sea-town corner now and out of all sound ...
IF we were such and so, the same as these, maybe we too would be slingers and sliders, tumbling half ...
from St. Ambrose He fears the tiger standing in his way. The tiger takes its time, it smiles and growls. ...
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