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. ...
Black love, provide the adequate electricfor what is lapsed and lenient in us now.Rouse us from blur. Call us.Call adequately the ...
...and guys I knew in the States, youngofficers, return from the front crying andtrembling. Gay chaps at the bar in LosAngeles, ...
At home we pray every morning, weget down on our knees in a circle,holding hands, holding Love,and we sing hallelujah.Then ...
Oh mother, mother, where is happiness?They took my lover's tallness off to war,Left me lamenting. Now I cannot guessWhat I ...
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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