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 ...
From the first it had been like aBallad. It had the beat inevitable. It had the blood.A wildness cut up, ...
Ugliest little boythat everyone ever saw.That is what everyone said.Even to his mother it was apparent-when the blue-aproned nurse came ...
What shall I give my children? who are poor,Who are adjudged the leastwise of the land,Who are my sweetest lepers, ...
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