Delta (Margaret Walker Poems)
II am a child of the valley.Mud and muck and misery of lowlandsare on thin tracks of my feet.Damp draughts ...
II am a child of the valley.Mud and muck and misery of lowlandsare on thin tracks of my feet.Damp draughts ...
For my people everywhere singing their slave songsrepeatedly: their dirges and their ditties and their bluesand jubilees, praying their prayers ...
Traveller take heed for journeys undertaken in the dark ofthe year. Go in the bright blaze of Autumn's equinox.Carry protection ...
We Have Been BelieversWe have been believers believing in the black gods of an old land, believing in the secrets of ...
Molly MeansOld Molly Means was a hag and a witch;Chile of the devil, the dark, and sitch.Her heavy hair hung ...
Big John HenryThis here's a tale of a sho-nuff manWhut lived one time in the delta lan'His hand was big ...
There were bizarre beginnings in old lands for the making of me. There were sugar sands and islands of fern and pearl, ...
My roots are deep in southern life; deeper than John Brown or Nat Turner or Robert Lee. I was sired and ...
I want my body bathed again by southern suns, my soul reclaimed again from southern land. I want to rest again in ...
When I was a child I knew red minersdressed raggedly and wearing carbide lamps.I saw them come down red hills ...
My monkey-wrench man is my sweet patootie;the lover of my life, my youth and age.My heart belongs to him and ...
I Want to WriteI want to writeI want to writethe songs of my people.I want to hear themsinging melodies in ...
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