The Sundays Of Satin-Legs Smith (Gwendolyn Elizabeth Brooks Poems)
Inamoratas, with an approbation,Bestowed his title. Blessed his inclination.He wakes, unwinds, elaborately: a catTawny, reluctant, royal. He is fatAnd fine ...
Inamoratas, with an approbation,Bestowed his title. Blessed his inclination.He wakes, unwinds, elaborately: a catTawny, reluctant, royal. He is fatAnd fine ...
Dedicated to those magnificent black women & their blond wigsBlack woman with the blond wig onyou're living an illusion.Think that ...
Narcissus, I no longer haunt the canyonsand the crypts. I thrive and multiply;uncounted daughters are my new companions.We are the ...
No not to-night, dear child; I cannot go; I'm busy, tired; they knew I should not come; you do not ...
Ho! says the Nation's purse is lean, Who fears for claim or bond or debt, When all the glories that ...
STANDING IN EDEN 1 Poetry claimed me young on Skegness beach Before I was born I answered her cry For ...
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