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if we must die
If we must die, let it not be like hogs
Hunted and penned in an inglorious spot,
While rou...[read poem]
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Hunted and penned in an inglorious spot,
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the waking
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.
I learn by...[read poem]
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I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.
I learn by...
the meadow mouse
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In a shoe box stuffed in an old nylon stocking
Sleeps the baby mouse I found in th...[read poem]
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In a shoe box stuffed in an old nylon stocking
Sleeps the baby mouse I found in th...
in flanders fields
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our pla...[read poem]
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Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our pla...
december, 1919
Last night I heard your voice, mother,
The words you sang to me
When I, a little baref...[read poem]
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The words you sang to me
When I, a little baref...
on broadway
About me young careless feet
Linger along the garish street;
Above, a hundred shouting...[read poem]
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Linger along the garish street;
Above, a hundred shouting...
harlem shadows
I hear the halting footsteps of a lass
In Negro Harlem when the night lets fall
Its ve...[read poem]
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In Negro Harlem when the night lets fall
Its ve...
the tropics in new york
Bananas ripe and green, and ginger-root,
Cocoa in pods and alligator pears,
And tanger...[read poem]
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Cocoa in pods and alligator pears,
And tanger...
romance
To clasp you now and feel your head close-pressed,
Scented and warm against my beating breast;...[read poem]
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Scented and warm against my beating breast;...
enslaved
Oh when I think of my long-suffering race,
For weary centuries despised, oppressed,
Enslav...[read poem]
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For weary centuries despised, oppressed,
Enslav...
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