Poem by Countee Cullen

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. Uncle Jim
3. Under the Mistletoe
4. Incident
5. Harlem Wine

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