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. Harlem Wine
2. Under the Mistletoe
3. In Memory of Col. Charles Young
4. Uncle Jim
5. Youth Sings a Song of Rosebuds

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