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Maud went to college. Sadie stayed home. Sadie scraped life With a fine toothed comb. She didn’t leave a tangle in
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…
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…
For Reverend Theodore Richardson If Mary came would Mary Forgive, as Mothers may, And sad and second Saviour Furnish us today?
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…
We are things of dry hours and the… Grayed in, and gray. “Dream” mate… Like “rent”, “feeding a wife”, “sa… But could a dream sent up through… Its white and violet, fight with f…
Rudolph Reed was oaken. His wife was oaken too. And his two good girls and his goo… Oakened as they grew. “I am not hungry for berries.
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…
you did not know you were Afrika When you set out for Afrika you did not know you were going. Because you did not know you were Afrika.
Say to them, say to the down-keepers, the sun-slappers, the self-soilers, the harmony-hushers,
Ugliest little boy that everyone ever saw. That is what everyone said. Even to his mother it was apparent… when the blue-aproned nurse came i…
I’ve stayed in the front yard al… I want a peek at the back Where it’s rough and untended an… A girl gets sick of a rose. I want to go in the back yard now
The good man. He is still enhancer, renouncer. In the time of detachment, in the time of the vivid heather a… in the time of oral
I put my seed into the ground And said, 'I’ll watch it grow.’ I watered it and cared for it As well as I could know. One day I walked in my back yard,
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
