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Слушать(AI)For Paul Laurence Dunbar
Born of the sorrowful of
Mirth was a crown upon his head;
Pride kept his twisted lips
In jest, to hide a heart that bled.
Countee Cullen
Countee Cullen (born Countee LeRoy Porter; May 30, 1903 – January 9, 1946) was an American poet, novelist, children's writer, and playwright, pa
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To A Brown Boy
That brown girl's swagger gives a To beauty like a Queen, Lad, never damn your body's When loveliness is seen
Under the Mistletoe
I did not know she'd take it so, Or else I'd never dared; Although the bliss was worth the blow, I did not know she'd take it so She stood beneath the
Heritage
What is Africa to me: Copper sun or scarlet sea, Jungle star or jungle track, Strong bronzed men, or regal
Yet Do I Marvel
I doubt not God is good, well-meaning, And did He stoop to quibble could tell The little buried mole continues blind, Why flesh that mirrors Him must some day die,
