A STREET IN BRONZEVILLE |
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hunchback girl: she thinks of heaven |
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the ballad of chocolate Mabbie |
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the preacher: ruminates behind the sermon |
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of De Witt Williams on his way to Lincoln Cemetery |
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The Sundays of Satin-Legs Smith |
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Negro Hero |
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22 | (11) |
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still do I keep my look, my identity... |
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my dreams, my works, must wait till after hell |
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the white troops had their orders but the Negroes looked like men |
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firstly inclined to take what it is told |
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"God works in a mysterious way" |
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28 | (5) |
ANNIE ALLEN |
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Notes from the Childhood and the Girlhood |
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Clogged and soft and sloppy eyes |
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Chicken, she chided early, should not wait |
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After the baths and bowel-work, he was dead |
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Late Annie in her bower lay |
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The duck fats rot in the roasting pan |
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But can see better there, and laughing there |
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Think of sweet and chocoalte |
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You need the untranslatable ice to watch |
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The Certainty we two shall meet by God |
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Oh mother, mother, where is happiness |
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51 | (1) |
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People who have no children can be hard |
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What shall I give my children? who are poor |
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And shall I prime my children, pray, to pray? |
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First fight. Then fiddle. Ply the slipping string |
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When my dears die, the festival-colored brightness |
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Life for my child is simple, and is good |
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Sweet Sally took a cardboard box |
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A light and diplomatic bird |
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Carried her unprotesting out the door |
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They get to Benvenuti's. There are booths |
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59 | (2) |
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The dry brown coughing beneath their feet |
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61 | (1) |
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62 | (1) |
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One wants a Teller in a time like this |
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People protest in sprawling lightless ways |
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Men of careful turns, haters of forks in the road |
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THE BEAN EATERS |
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In Honor of David Anderson Brooks, My Father |
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Strong Men, Riding Horses |
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A Bronzeville Mother Loiters in Mississippi. Meanwhile, a Mississippi Mother Burns Bacon. |
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The Last Quatrain of the Ballad of Emmett Till |
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82 | (3) |
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The Chicago Defender Sends a Man to Little Rock |
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87 | (3) |
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90 | (4) |
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94 | (2) |
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A Man of the Middle Class |
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96 | (3) |
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99 | (1) |
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Bronzeville Man with a Belt in the Back |
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100 | (1) |
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101 | (1) |
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A Penitent Considers Another Coming of Mary |
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Bronzeville Woman in a Red Hat |
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103 | (4) |
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In Emanuel's Nightmare: Another Coming of Christ |
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107 | (3) |
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The Ballad of Rudolph Reed |
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NEW POEMS |
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Riders to the Blood-red Wrath |
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119 | (1) |
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120 | (2) |
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122 | (1) |
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123 | (1) |
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124 | (5) |
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garbageman: the man with the orderly mind |
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sick man looks at flowers |
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124 | (1) |
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old people working (garden, car) |
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125 | (1) |
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125 | (1) |
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126 | (1) |
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Big Bessie throws her son into the street |
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127 | (2) |
About Gwendolyn Brooks |
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