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. To Certain Critics
2. That Bright Chimeric Beast
3. For a Poet
4. Karenge Ya Marenge
5. Song in Spite of Myself

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