Wallace Henry Thurman (Уоллес Генри Турман)

The Last Citadel

There is an old brick house in Harlem
Way up Fifth Avenue
With a long green yard and windows barred
It stands silent, salient,
Unconquered by the surrounding black horde.

1. Untitled
2. God's Edict
3. Stars
4. Fire!!
5. Confession

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Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1927

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