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Слушать(AI)In Memory Of Col Charles Young
Along the shore the tall thin grass,
That fringes that dark river,
While sinuously soft feet
Beings to bleed and quiver.
The great dark voice breaks with a
Across the womb of night;
Above your grave, the tom-toms
And the hills are weird with light.
The great dark beast is like a
Drained bitter by the sky,
And all the honeyed lies they
Come there to thirst and die.
No lie is strong enough to
The roots that work below,
From your rich dust and slaughtered willA tree with tongues shall grow.
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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