Countee Cullen (Каунти Каллен)

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. Uncle Jim
2. Red
3. For My Grandmother
4. Song in Spite of Myself
5. The Loss of Love

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