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Hughes, Nichols, Walcott, and Whitman. Pt1When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd,
The fat black woman awaits in vain
Sometimes, the road was hot with the sun
light streaks the field and furrows wait for the sower.
What dance of mourning can I make?
I figured we were all
Here on the edge of hell
And the white skeletons of young men. I saw them.
I hear America singing, the varied carols I hear,
In a deep song voice with a melancholy tone
in ruptured tones of nostalgia
for men still sing the song that Adam sang
Everywhere I hear them whispering
"Eat in the kitchen," then
I who am poisoned with the blood of both
Look'd up in perfect silence at the stars.
A Reason to LiveIf only she had the guts to actually do it, to just leap among the cold waves and sink in death among the fish. She breathed in the smell and taste of saltwater, and water sprays hit her face, neck, and chest. She shivered slightly in the breeze from the waves, but she wasn’t really bothered by the chill. What weighed on her mind was something much deeper than the weather.
A pang of apprehension penetrated her heart as she envisioned her body being plunged into the water and weighted down by the strong waves. She thought about what it would be like to gulp in mouthful after mouthful of water, choking and never feeling any relief, b
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