Category: American
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“Dunbar” by Anne Spencer (1882 – 1975)
Dunbar BY ANNE SPENCER Ah, how poets sing and die! Make one song and Heaven takes it; Have one heart and Beauty breaks it; Chatterton, Shelley, Keats and I— Ah, how poets sing and die!
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“At the Carnival” by Anne Spencer (1882 – 1975)
“…There, too, were games of chance With chances for none; But oh! Girl-of-the-Tank, at last!”
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“Rondeau Redoublé (and Scarcely Worth the Trouble, at That)” by Dorothy Parker (1893 – 1967)
“…In cerements my spirit is bedight; The same to me are sombre days and gay. Though breezes in the rippling grasses play,…”
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“Song in a Minor Key” by Dorothy Parker (1893 – 1967)
“…By an old, old gate does the lady wait Her own true love’s returning. But the days go by, and the lilacs die, And trembling birds seek…”
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“I never saw a moor” by Emily Dickinson (1830 – 1886)
“…And what a wave must be. I never spoke with God,…”
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“My life closed twice before its close (96) by Emily Dickinson (1830 – 1886)
“…A third event to me So huge, so hopeless to conceive …”
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“The Soul selects her own Society (303)” by Emily Dickinson (1830 – 1886)
“…Unmoved — an Emperor be kneeling Upon her Mat — I’ve known her — from an ample nation — Choose One —…”
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“The Don’t-Care Negro” by Joseph Seamon Cotter, Sr. (1861 – 1949)
“…Neber min’ man’s why an’ wharfo’ So de world is big an’ roun’. Neber min’ whar next you’s gwine to So you’s six foot under groun’…”
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“They Are Coming?” by Josephine Delpine Henderson Heard (1861 – 1921)
“…They are coming, rising, rising, And their progress is surprising, By their brawny muscles earning daily bread; Though their wages be a pittance, Still each week a small remittance, Builds a shelter for the weary toiling head…”
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“Aunt Chloe’s Lullaby” by Daniel Webster Davis (1862 – 1913)
“…Mammy’s baby, black an’ sweet, Jes’ like candy dat you eat, Mammy lay yo’ in dis bed, While she mek de whi’ folk’s bread…”
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