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A Street in Bronzeville | |
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kitchenette building | |
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the mother | |
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southeast corner | |
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hunchback girl: she thinks of heaven | |
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a song in the front yard | |
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the ballad of chocolate Mabbie | |
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the preacher: ruminates behind the sermon | |
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Sadie and Maud | |
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the independent man | |
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of De Witt Williams on his way to Lincoln Cemetery | |
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the vacant lot | |
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The Sundays of Satin-Legs Smith | |
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Negro Hero | |
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gay chaps at the bar | |
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still do I keep my look, my identity ... | |
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my dreams, my works, must wait till after hell | |
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looking | |
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piano after war | |
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mentors | |
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the white troops had their orders but the Negroes looked like men | |
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firstly inclined to take what it is told | |
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"God works in a mysterious way" | |
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love note I: surely | |
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love note II: flags | |
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the progress | |
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Notes from the Childhood and the Girlhood | |
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Clogged and soft and sloppy eyes | |
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Chicken, she chided early, should not wait | |
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After the baths and bowel-work, he was dead | |
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Late Annie in her bower lay | |
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The duck fats rot in the roasting pan | |
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"Do not be afraid of no" | |
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But can see better there, and laughing there | |
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Think of sweet and chocolate | |
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You need the untranslatable ice to watch | |
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The Certainty we two shall meet by God | |
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Oh mother, mother, where is happiness | |
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The Womanhood | |
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People who have no children can be hard | |
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What shall I give my children? who are poor | |
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And shall I prime my children, pray, to pray? | |
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First fight. Then fiddle. Ply the slipping string | |
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When my dears die, the festival-colored brightness | |
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Life for my child is simple, and is good | |
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Sweet Sally took a cardboard box | |
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A light and diplomatic bird | |
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Carried her unprotesting out the door | |
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They get to Benvenuti's. There are booths | |
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The dry brown coughing beneath their feet | |
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And if sun comes | |
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One wants a Teller in a time like this | |
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People protest in sprawling lightless ways | |
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Men of careful turns, haters of forks in the road | |
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In Honor of David Anderson Brooks, My Father | |
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My Little 'Bout-town Gal | |
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Strong Men, Riding Horses | |
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The Bean Eaters | |
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We Real Cool | |
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Old Mary | |
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A Bronzeville Mother Loiters in Mississippi, Meanwhile, a Mississippi Mother Burns Bacon | |
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The Last Quatrain of the Ballad of Emmett Till | |
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Mrs. Small | |
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Jessie Mitchell's Mother | |
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The Chicago Defender Sends a Man to Little Rock | |
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The Lovers of the Poor | |
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A Sunset of the City | |
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A Man of the Middle Class | |
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The Crazy Woman | |
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Bronzeville Man with a Belt in the Back | |
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A Lovely Love | |
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A Penitent Considers Another Coming of Mary | |
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Bronzeville Woman in a Red Hat | |
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In Emanuel's Nightmare: Another Coming of Christ | |
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The Ballad of Rudolph Reed | |
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Riders to the Blood-red Wrath | |
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The Empty Woman | |
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To Be in Love | |
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Of Robert Frost | |
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Langston Hughes | |
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A Catch of Shy Fish | |
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garbageman: the man with the orderly mind | |
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sick man looks at flowers | |
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old people working (garden, car) | |
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weaponed woman | |
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old tennis player | |
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a surrealist and Omega | |
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Spaulding and Francois | |
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Big Bessie throws ber son into the street | |
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About Gwendolyn Brooks | |