A Bronzeville Mother Loiters In Mississippi. Meanwhile, A Mississippi Mother Burns Bacon (Gwendolyn Elizabeth Brooks Poems)
From the first it had been like aBallad. It had the beat inevitable. It had the blood.A wildness cut up, ...
From the first it had been like aBallad. It had the beat inevitable. It had the blood.A wildness cut up, ...
IAS SEEN BY DISCIPLINESThere they are.Thirty at the corner.Black, raw, ready.Sores in the citythat do not want to heal.IITHE LEADERSJeff. ...
Being you, you cut your poetry from wood.The boiling of an egg is heavy art.You come upon it as an ...
Say to them,say to the down-keepers,the sun-slappers,the self-soilers,the harmony-hushers,"even if you are not ready for dayit cannot always be night."You ...
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