Countee Cullen (Каунти Каллен)

For My Grandmother

This lovely flower fell to seed;
Work gently sun and rain;
She held it as her dying creed
That she would grow again.

1. Uncle Jim
2. In Memory of Col. Charles Young
3. The Unknown Color
4. Harlem Wine
5. Red

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