Countee Cullen (Каунти Каллен)

For a Lady I Know

She even thinks that up in heaven
Her class lies late and snores

While poor black cherubs rise at seven
To do celestial chores.

1. In Memory of Col. Charles Young
2. Under the Mistletoe
3. To a Brown Boy
4. Harlem Wine
5. The Wise

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Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1756

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