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 ...
IAS SEEN BY DISCIPLINESThere they are.Thirty at the corner.Black, raw, ready.Sores in the citythat do not want to heal.IITHE LEADERSJeff. ...
...and guys I knew in the States, youngofficers, return from the front crying andtrembling. Gay chaps at the bar in LosAngeles, ...
Oh mother, mother, where is happiness?They took my lover's tallness off to war,Left me lamenting. Now I cannot guessWhat I ...
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