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Oh mother, mother, where is happin… They took my lover’s tallness off… Left me lamenting. Now I cannot g… What I can use an empty heart-cup… He won’t be coming back here any m…
arrive. The Ladies from the Ladie… Arrive in the afternoon, the late… In diluted gold bars across the bo… Of proud, seamed faces with mercy… Here, there, interrupting, all dee…
Now who could take you off to tiny… In one room or in two rooms or in… And cork you smartly, like the fla… You are? Not any woman. Not a wif… You’d let her twirl you, give her…
—And when you have forgotten the b… And most especially when you have… When you have forgotten Sunday ha… Or me sitting on the front-room ra… Looking off down the long street
People who have no children can be… Attain a mail of ice and insolence… Need not pause in the fire, and in… Hesitate in the hurricane to guard… And when wide world is bitten and…
Maud went to college. Sadie stayed home. Sadie scraped life With a fine toothed comb. She didn’t leave a tangle in
Abortions will not let you forget. You remember the children you got… The damp small pulps with a little… The singers and workers that never… You will never neglect or beat
Already I am no longer looked at… My daughters and sons have put me… Are gone from the house. My husband and lovers are pleasant… And night is night.
Inamoratas, with an approbation, Bestowed his title. Blessed his i… He wakes, unwinds, elaborately: a… Tawny, reluctant, royal. He is fa… And fine this morning. Definite.…
I shall not sing a May song. A May song should be gay. I’ll wait until November And sing a song of gray. I’ll wait until November
To be in love Is to touch with a lighter hand. In yourself you stretch, you are w… You look at things Through his eyes.
From the first it had been like a Ballad. It had the beat inevitabl… A wildness cut up, and tied in lit… Like the four-line stanzas of the… understood—the ballads they had se…
“The fact that we are black is our ultimate reality.” —Ron Karenga And several strengths from drowsin… but spoke in Single Sermon on the…
Carried her unprotesting out the d… Kicked back the casket-stand. But… That stuff and satin aiming to enf… The lid’s contrition nor the bolts… Oh oh. Too much. Too much. Even…
Mrs. Coley’s three-flat brick Isn’t here any more. All done with seeing her fat littl… Burst out of the basement door; And with seeing her African son-i…