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. 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: 1735

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