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. Uncle Jim
2. Red
3. The Loss of Love
4. Song in Spite of Myself
5. That Bright Chimeric Beast

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