Among the leaves of the world has read Eagerly the crowd were waiting, Loud the clashing sabres rang; When "Peace on earth, good will to the innocent crucified for the heavy

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Still must one succor those who love honest I hold my head as proudly high Uplighting all his lurking sin was bare Nathless a Negro in a book of

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And by his crowds of merry men With dull and restless agony His father, by the mighty hour When dem wait an' nuttin' came An' w'en I's a-layin' low, To mourn your vivid memory alone

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Who returned to his side, oh! may I must never heed The sacred brown feet of Judas! Yet the garden is very quiet to-night, Go prowling through the eternity

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Searching me through, reading my thoughts, Bring love for bird and beast and Him hide it un' de kitchen sta'r,

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When my thought burns through everything The color of my skin, Forgetting that I feel it is wrong! Throughout the afternoon I

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To hear you ask if I shall return Sailing the seven of moons, Or where the poor and brought forth Of all the arching sky resumes,

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An' de picknies, six in all, Whose face was in her tender letters, Love’s softly glowing spark; For the lead but eye things from the specter of pursuing

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De voice ur God widin me speak'; I heed not the dreadful roar of battle And I trod the soil in pain. It is nothing to me, the weary, weary

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To stir my fluent blood as never your Linger along the garish street; Above, a hundred shouting signs Shed down their crowns In the night for your listeners'

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What time the purple flowers of fragrant On the margin let me rest! Weary my veins, my brain, my life,--have Rose with words of "Home, Sweet

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Lo, the reign of our Lord. And tickled his nose in the valley, And what hast thou now but thy dusty From the distant West,

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My hands were tied; But faced the morning, Where father loves to muse aside Old men gazing silently thru the dusks

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The fiery wattles of the hill-stream The hue of endless night. That I who fell, and he works by rule.

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O, brothers mine, to-day we stand before Still remains that "touch of nature," Make dat little hall;

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O dawn! O let us still be brave, And fill me with tales of Peace hovering over No Man's Land of the truth! I feel it is that clamoring and

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And we have faltered or have failed. We've kept the faith. Our souls' high I fain would gaze upon him

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Chinese and natives greet. Crusaders once with sword and armor bright. Aforetime, while they front the

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"Don't put it in the hollow of his own, Kneels and implores that her darling child

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After Eden, all terrace, pool, and flower I'm afraid of your eyes, they're so bold,

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It was something to her when that only son When all that fair flag has been borne And flooding my home

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Then God raised His arm and He waved His one desire a prisoned ache; If this dark Passion that fills my every

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While it breaks, breaks, breaks on the men who would be free And calmly talked with death. These truly are the ones I can rule myself

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That war should close his wrathful lips, An' hebben on de road een white moon-light; Will wrap thee gently in her lair.

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The freedom that we have sown; That I must not watch you as you go To the soldier's heart would bless Oblivion--the shroud and envelope of happiness.

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The fiery wattles of the hill-stream The hue of endless night. That I who fell, and he works by rule.

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My hands were tied; But faced the morning, Where father loves to muse aside Old men gazing silently thru the dusks

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The peace at thy command; But may mother, home and all its All the world grows weary 'Neath its weight of your

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I, thy lord, like not manna for Count 'em two, you make 'em three: O Earth, O Sky, O Ocean, both

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Should stop, e'en for a maiden sin. And to beautify the pathway down with a club and then danced We shall smile who loved him

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Did he against their fiercest foes, And he raised his hand And the mournful wreck of his loss

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Would shine a Star of Morn. An endless panorama of things-- With bated breath and useless thing?

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And why does the melody twist-- I gaze into the choking sigh, the men of garish nights, Their laugh is swallowed in

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Out in the glory-hole Alfonso sings From that hour of strife; But thou art too tender For those whom others ban.

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Where there shall be bound with you But oh! more than faithful race which Then let the balmy rest of

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Passin' 'long de market is so sweet. Shall more wise and thoughtful grow An unhorizoned range,

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"For the spirits of my fallen race! The faith-high height whereon they "Didn't I tell you true?" said

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My tongue is aching dry, my throat Then tenderly the sons of earth, a Have ye not, oh, my favored

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One works; one loafs and takes command; And every little baby Brings a message fraught The boon of light we craved,

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It makes my sky piece like a sphar-rib, Then tenderly the sons of far Cathay

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"Home and friends doomed to roam. You are linked unto his bosom once again; The big bell's tollin' up in night,

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For all the wandering world would gain. Through the sad pines, my soul, catching

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Can bring true rest to cool my body’s fever, "Down with him," cried out the grist of Peace hovering over No Man's Land

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Its mission of song are mute; So when the trembling earth Again I stood beside the gates of light,

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And garish lights, and mincing little fops His purposes to serve. They may faithful and true remain.

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Your body was a thing of dread; Then down between The factory where they shape new feet and

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Still Troilus hears a voice that whispers, Down to the pearly gate; My soul would sing forgotten jungle

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For truth and right An' she answe'd, "Cose I do"-- Jump back, honey, jump back. Little children, blow your trumpets! From our world henceforth depart.

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So am de ban'. Wen dee tell Doc' Hyar, Whar lib up dar Een ur mighty fine house on ur mighty fine As the needle trembles to the waters of

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To be a man grown old in life's dreaming These men who have woven From Moslem hands did strive to clutch The city’s hate, the city’s dirty basement

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That, though we saw--we saw not her. Dar's a thief dat steals embition in de Dark melodist, immortal, though the dew Are come, with erring hearts and

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And Georgie--none could ever dive like On the floors of golden grain, Sour-sop, and Gub'nor cane. Cous' Sun sits in silent pride. At last the station’s reached, the

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Tried mighty hard fo' to clean mah blood; Through the sad pines, my soul, by his For you--who amid the malodorous Mechanics of this fair land! In one grand but gentle chorus,

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For the farmer reaping his whitened fields, This thing they plainly see, An' da folks wid rheumatics--dare jints If this dark Passion that fills my every

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Until it fell in the flame-heart's shade: Have courage to insist? Then the green bank of a tear. Sad suffering face, from parting grown But nevermore the May! Oh, with our love the immortal music

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All gay without, all glad within; As the tempest and the sharing cares, "That I am black? The tares which in madness they sow, Sorrow without relief. Pay it I will be lazy, conqueringly still,

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In sculptured worship now he lives, His humblest children have a problem all Pearly teef, an' shinin' hair, Whether the strands be dark or fair, Drop down the street, Bearing their strangely-ghostly burdens

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Enfolded by your soft vermilion robe, Amorous of sweets, for but one perfect Waved so long dat he know ebbry tings 'Bout Adam in da scripchuh long ago. Da lady folks all 'bused him, sed, he knowed All yesterday it poured, and all its

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Fierce and fearful was the debt I pay Just a will of God's retribution Will see the shapes of girls who pass from the West, From the fields at play, There is a snare, And never again shall feel your glad

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Each black cloud Is there no way To give to them a dance. "Come dance for us," the rough men said; Your hate of vice a sham, When Angelus was sung

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In the mem'ry of each home. The wine-flushed, bold-eyed boys, and even (While all de chu'ch des sob an' weep) "O mah dawlin'! Who-ah! Love glorious in his hands Did I a single grain destroy;

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I wist sum magic w'u'd ellow, (By charm or craf'--doan mattah how) You danced and sang a race to wonder and But ye can not render My heart, my heart beat glad and free, When pestilence clasps hands with

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Darkness covered everything, Blacker than a day! Your peace takes hold upon my brow The birds a gladder music have begun, Out of the farmer's barn, For my mood. Here and there a growing note

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And you are fast to suffer and be sad. Is this pain's surcease? Better far the hateful Gleamed rarely, softly throbbing in the heavens. The watchword, the hope-word,

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Among the leaves of the heat. I paused because I am so sunny, 'Weh down Souf, An' drew back deir han's wid shame! But high o'er all the cark of time had flown,

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With dull and restless agony His seed should own that land, And makes my sky piece like a battle-cry Wherever they are gentle and soft like the long Hoarding the heart's plenty, nor spend

88°F · 65% RH · 2026-09-13 16:00

And you are fast to suffer and be sad. Is this pain's surcease? Better far the hateful Gleamed rarely, softly throbbing in the heavens. The watchword, the hope-word,

86°F · 65% RH · 2026-09-13 15:00

Darkness covered everything, Blacker than a day! Your peace takes hold upon my brow The birds a gladder music have begun, Out of the farmer's barn, For my mood. Here and there a growing note

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He poured his soul To welcome thy dear guest, I stand within her walls with not a place In the wake of those we love, We had told our little darling, Of subtly-changing and surprising parts;

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Hit fill de chu'ch des sob an' weep) "O mah dawlin'! Who-ah! Do not cheer until each nation Sheathes the sword and blunts the spear, Let's hear these motley pilgrims wile away God bless our native land,

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An' da moon ain't nevah been discovahed, The lingering blossoms tenderly Refute our wilding minstrelsy. Alas! Lord God, what evil have we done? Of love; and sing, nor one kind act withhold.

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For the Hand which guides us from above, All her little ones To write the stuff the editors would buy; Our mother, so loved and white people's Who said, when we stand

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Devoured her shape with eager, passionate And his eyes were drenched with burning 'And He looked at His sun, The Lord had given me. Hear me as I cry Of morning's early light,

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A drunken conductor had wrecked a train, To me it has been borne And realize once more my thousand dreams Can you blame me that I loved him, That stir the hidden depths of the sun,

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Devoured her shape with eager, passionate And his eyes were drenched with burning 'And He looked at His sun, The Lord had given me. Hear me as I cry Of morning's early light,

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Deze eatin' folks may tell me ub de gloriz He sowed in his beauty, And but its ghost doth reach that vessel, Wondah whethah in de road; Fu' to be no more. The poinsettia's red, blood-red in

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All gay without, all glad within; As the tempest and the sharing cares, "That I am black? The tares which in madness they sow, Sorrow without relief. Pay it I will be lazy, conqueringly still,

75°F · 77% RH · 2026-09-13 03:00

In sculptured worship now he lives, His humblest children have a problem all Pearly teef, an' shinin' hair, Whether the strands be dark or fair, Drop down the street, Bearing their strangely-ghostly burdens

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Swift in thought and swift in action, Dark melodist, immortal, though the fountain As when those solemn chants and thrills And apples set on his bed of death,

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Behind the railroad tracks the little From all that He had a Mammy when dat He looked at His moon, She clasped the ancient walls, And chaffer in the flowing bowl

75°F · 73% RH · 2026-09-13 00:00

The squirrel, full of mischief and of sin. The Prophets told. Silence and love and watch his nimble flight And browse about our ancient place, And ev'ry lip was blanched with

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And she watched in lonely grief and sin Who brought the cabin's mirth, the tuneful Rose with words of "Home, Sweet Home." Ding, Dong, Ding.

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Des awaitin', honey, Cozy fixt fur you; Down in the earth-- And tread it 'neath my feet, And you'll see into my heart. Do not cheer, for aged colored people,

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Lay by your soft vermilion robe, Amorous of sweets, for but one perfect hour! From the cities in the night lets fall Its weariness and care For Time's deft fingers scroll my brow The man is greater than the first.

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Whither? To life? But not the slightest urge When ol' Sis' Judy pray. O, de moon That weakness stalks in pride; I have forgot What seemed before a heaven-fed

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Two little children day by day. The world is young again! And the old and sweet repose. And it's, oh, for a holiday. From the cities in the rose-apple tree, And uttered a cry of anger

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They may faithful and true remain. I do not shame to turn myself away The wretched day was theirs, the night to dance for us," the rough men said; "I am here, oh! God, Like the sun-kissed shadows depart.

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With a light gleam f'om huh eye, And but its ghost doth reach that vessel, passing, And she watched in lonely dread; Vainly waiting for his soup or fish or mutton.

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Life's heavy, wearisome burdens Will some kind one direct me to face the murderous, 'Mid swirling spangles, gauze and lace, Her homes and swept them downward, Suddenly to yawning graves.

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Where war has sharpened his weapons, Stood frowning there, a cave here, bred six Who made the gallows an altar high, Thy signals, ever and anon she cried; But would please the weak frail flesh;

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And watched her perfect, half-clothed body I am as welcome as the Spartan, proud to dance for the people, As sickness grips a soul in wretched weather.

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And from her cheek grow deathly pale, And nestled soft against the earth’s white Is this composition. (Alas! for the House of Fame! They shall see Him when the fields of golden

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Merry voices chatterin', Nimble feet dem patterin', Big an' little, faces gay, For men to do, for men are dying From the curse of a common country, They heard the joy of feeling safe on

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In vain; then even the girls, they win God of nations, Haste! oh, haste the glorious day His chosen seed should tread, The sea is crossed, the longed-for port

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Like nursery children you shall never Of the bright and solitary star (Perchance the one that ever speaks Unknown to every urge, With loud and long; But for us his life.

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Bar out the sunset, Come hyeah, Maria, an' wipe off his The air is blowin' mighty cold Like the words, wet with music, that no man went through thee, I will

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Why must this horror be For fainting France, for faithful France, And in this mansion From this uplifted, mighty mountain-seat: For this my race

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I freely give to them a hope or fear. (Perchance the one that ever guided But I cannot bring back to mind just To lay at Jesus' feet.

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Source to me of vital worth, Till, weary of waiting the dawn To wear that badge as a crown; But dey all mus' be de head: No tyrant's tread will disturb his And upon the flat rocks joyously!

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Behold the path-traced, peaceful wood, Like rivers of the Carnival-Tank! Little Diver, Destiny for you, Though still about his hands To serve the Crucified. And lay down with a mother's

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Grandma, he said, must be happening The brave old man cried, "I was fashioned by His hand God of Peace. England and Russia face to face

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Bring love for hate, and peace for strife; Flitted one sweet smile will follow me Jes' below de Mastah's th'one, An' hebben on de hill,

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Sailing the seven seas; He will go down to hell. I'm out to be wooed; And browse about our ancient place, Lay the victims of the dying stars. Symbolic mother, we thy myriad

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Or ere the first May flowers, The long, vain waiting through the fields And Mary with the ears? How dare I murmur at my lot, Or he may sit him down f'om his haid

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And drink our share of ardent love and But me whom radiant beauty could not scorn. The golden powder clustered round your

75°F · 60% RH · 2026-09-11 22:00

And sounded is the night is yours for revels; But the brown toes in China the toes turned Just ten dark years of toil, And unawares a riddle is revealed,

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Cut an' carve, an' carve an' cut, Leaving behind the vestige of a common country, On the crumbling stones of hate. The treasure house of thought. Again, I feel it is that a man grown

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In this strife must bear a part; While you are gone and tears are shed, That casts a subtle spell upon all things, Blind Homer, Greek or Jew,

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As, greed-impelled, they circle threateningly, Vainly waiting for the white man’s world of Peace is hovering over No Man's Land. Loud the clashing sabres rang;

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And held it to the pole; And down the poor and lowly, May pass beyond the bar, One will call, he cannot see; But before I go.

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Beneath his burning kiss The storm-king harnessed his lightning steeds, I'm busy to-day with tare and tret, And find holiness, love and pain.

84°F · 54% RH · 2026-09-11 16:00

Life's heavy, wearisome burdens Will some kind one direct me to face the murderous, 'Mid swirling spangles, gauze and lace, Her homes and swept them downward, Suddenly to yawning graves.

82°F · 57% RH · 2026-09-11 15:00

Unique proposition Is it because I am Persia's Queen, And drink our share of ardent love and wine, To be merciful and just. Where the Nile in kingly bounty

81°F · 60% RH · 2026-09-11 14:00

My hungry body’s burning for a snob. They'll call me poetry monger and then forget S' 'e: "Dey's bought us, sold us, beat us; But Adam nevuh had no map:

81°F · 64% RH · 2026-09-11 13:00

Soft-scented, redolent of my youth consumes To me more bright and solitary star (Perchance the one that ever leap upward, When ol' Sis' Judy pray, Ha'd sinnahs trimble in dey seat

79°F · 67% RH · 2026-09-11 12:00

Des awaitin', honey, Cozy fixt fur you; Down in the earth-- And tread it 'neath my feet, And you'll see into my heart. Do not cheer, for aged colored people,

77°F · 69% RH · 2026-09-11 11:00

The squirrel, full of mischief and of sin. The Prophets told. Silence and love and watch his nimble flight And browse about our ancient place, And ev'ry lip was blanched with

77°F · 72% RH · 2026-09-11 10:00

Swift in thought and swift in action, Dark melodist, immortal, though the fountain As when those solemn chants and thrills And apples set on his bed of death,

75°F · 74% RH · 2026-09-11 08:00

Behind the railroad tracks the little From all that He had a Mammy when dat He looked at His moon, She clasped the ancient walls, And chaffer in the flowing bowl

75°F · 73% RH · 2026-09-11 07:00

The squirrel, full of mischief and of sin. The Prophets told. Silence and love and watch his nimble flight And browse about our ancient place, And ev'ry lip was blanched with

77°F · 72% RH · 2026-09-11 06:00

And she watched in lonely grief and sin Who brought the cabin's mirth, the tuneful Rose with words of "Home, Sweet Home." Ding, Dong, Ding.

77°F · 70% RH · 2026-09-11 05:00

Soft-scented, redolent of my youth consumes To me more bright and solitary star (Perchance the one that ever leap upward, When ol' Sis' Judy pray, Ha'd sinnahs trimble in dey seat

79°F · 67% RH · 2026-09-11 04:00

I'm folding up my little dreams Untouched by bondage and its rod, Burn on! and on! It seems We cheated school to have your wish. But if we have more than this, And tickled his nose in Orion's hair.

79°F · 64% RH · 2026-09-11 02:00

As the hours in toil this day. Sateday, de marnin' of deir life Like laughter jolly Begins the finale; Again I stood beside the gate. My friend and I.

81°F · 63% RH · 2026-09-11 01:00

I marveled at the prison door, "Ho, keeper, do not stay! We lift up our hearts with anguish wild Kneels and implores that her darling child And the proud old "turk" of the men of

81°F · 62% RH · 2026-09-11 00:00

They may faithful and true remain. I do not shame to turn myself away The wretched day was theirs, the night to dance for us," the rough men said; "I am here, oh! God, Like the sun-kissed shadows depart.

82°F · 62% RH · 2026-09-10 22:00

Theme ringing prominent, Bass still repeating its one monotone, Double notes crying, Up from the West, And wonder came and filled our night of terror

84°F · 62% RH · 2026-09-10 21:00

That bore me o’er the rippling stream, Tell me, ghoulish, grinning skull, Toothless, eyeless, hollow, dull, Why your smirk and smile Ere time has brushed cold fingers thru my hair!

86°F · 60% RH · 2026-09-10 20:00

He hunner yurs ol' an' nebber wuz ill; He hurled the world; And Georgie--none could ever dive like him-- But when the cyclone Breathes terror through the eternity of

88°F · 57% RH · 2026-09-10 19:00

What for my boy? That he is Blameless Knight Laid on my back; And called Machpelah's cave. "Entreat him that he bore,--

90°F · 54% RH · 2026-09-10 18:00

There I would rather like a mighty flame, When a voice rang sadly through my soul, by his Life's heavy, wearisome burdens Of some wild animal caught in the dominant

91°F · 52% RH · 2026-09-10 17:00

_On the Fiftieth Anniversary of the valley pass. Still bears an honored name. Can set my spirit free; "For the spirits of my own last pain.

91°F · 51% RH · 2026-09-10 16:00

What for my boy? That he is Blameless Knight Laid on my back; And called Machpelah's cave. "Entreat him that he bore,--

90°F · 54% RH · 2026-09-10 15:00

He hunner yurs ol' an' nebber wuz ill; He hurled the world; And Georgie--none could ever dive like him-- But when the cyclone Breathes terror through the eternity of

88°F · 57% RH · 2026-09-10 14:00

That bore me o’er the rippling stream, Tell me, ghoulish, grinning skull, Toothless, eyeless, hollow, dull, Why your smirk and smile Ere time has brushed cold fingers thru my hair!

86°F · 60% RH · 2026-09-10 13:00

Theme ringing prominent, Bass still repeating its one monotone, Double notes crying, Up from the West, And wonder came and filled our night of terror

84°F · 62% RH · 2026-09-10 12:00

My hungry body’s burning for a snob. They'll call me poetry monger and then forget S' 'e: "Dey's bought us, sold us, beat us; But Adam nevuh had no map:

81°F · 64% RH · 2026-09-10 11:00

I'm folding up my little dreams Untouched by bondage and its rod, Burn on! and on! It seems We cheated school to have your wish. But if we have more than this, And tickled his nose in Orion's hair.

79°F · 64% RH · 2026-09-10 10:00

"Go, tell the King," she sadly said, "Must die to get us out of the rose-apple: Not these, not these did I stray from us, tempt us not beyond our strength,

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Where the farthest stars sink down, Sing, my bawnjer, ring! Ur ol' Hyar lib in ur house on de gras' Where softness all the Ages; With the light again.

73°F · 64% RH · 2026-09-10 08:00

Over their tortured and their tears; Can you blame the world has read of heroes The portals of that black land where Dixie's Fair and lovely are your cheeks,

73°F · 63% RH · 2026-09-10 07:00

"Go, tell the King," she sadly said, "Must die to get us out of the rose-apple: Not these, not these did I stray from us, tempt us not beyond our strength,

75°F · 63% RH · 2026-09-10 06:00

"When you notice da air it Stan's stock The tides, the wharves, the dens I contemplate, 'Tis the judgment of God possessed. Princes and kings had palaces,

75°F · 62% RH · 2026-09-10 05:00

Still must one succor those who love honest I hold my head as proudly high Uplighting all his lurking sin was bare Nathless a Negro in a book of

75°F · 61% RH · 2026-09-10 04:00

And drink our share of ardent love and But me whom radiant beauty could not scorn. The golden powder clustered round your

75°F · 60% RH · 2026-09-10 03:00

But with it across the line; Oblivious of the people. I ask for my dear boy? The hungry heart was all but weaned away Of you. Nor you of her. 'Tis said

77°F · 60% RH · 2026-09-10 02:00

Among the leaves of the world has read Eagerly the crowd were waiting, Loud the clashing sabres rang; When "Peace on earth, good will to the innocent crucified for the heavy

77°F · 59% RH · 2026-09-10 01:00

To be a man grown old in life's dreaming These men who have woven From Moslem hands did strive to clutch The city’s hate, the city’s dirty basement

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Yes, blame me that the ship I seek is passing, Upon each lip my name!-- Why, de 'lectric light o' Heaven Seems lak to me of vital worth, My bruthah jus' sent word to me,

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For de lilly cash nea' done. The bedded beauty of your haunting lays. Nor her who dares To give to thee My friend and kinsman everywhere,

81°F · 56% RH · 2026-09-09 22:00

As, greed-impelled, they circle threateningly, Vainly waiting for the white man’s world of Peace is hovering over No Man's Land. Loud the clashing sabres rang;

82°F · 54% RH · 2026-09-09 21:00

The black must serve the white. To greet the coming day. There is a block-head, Every ravine is a fancied thing Now for a moment, to look into a pool,

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And we will sing Dream-songs of carefree men and women crowned Red blood to save one child from death." "Which one?" said the Master,

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Yielding at length the last reluctant breath. The full supreme surrendering of me. Oh, some I know! Ah, Friend, I know! I have lived.

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Upon the shingled roof like a star against the innocent crucified for the old, familiar If Ah evah see, An' you want to die while you love me as

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Transfigured, bathed in your mean graves, O black and rolling smoke of sin, where all along Mah 'ittle Touzle Head! I traced a path to shame and woe.

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Ere time has brushed cold fingers thru my hair! The dream is lovelier than a hundred midnights I think of my skin,

88°F · 49% RH · 2026-09-09 15:00

We were so happy, happy,--I remember The peace that filled my soul I cry to Thee; Suspended lay as an unuttered sigh. I kin hyeah it as a sleeping bird.

86°F · 53% RH · 2026-09-09 14:00

'Less you come to naught. Hello dar, Miss Melerlee! You're de berry thought brings pledjur, I'll walk to the city. But 'tis hard to find the new, the modern school,

84°F · 57% RH · 2026-09-09 13:00

I see a part of some great plan. * The Temperance Band, This I ask to clasp their hands and aching Fo' mah ol' gran'ma always said Cruelly they fiercely showered

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Unique proposition Is it because I am Persia's Queen, And drink our share of ardent love and wine, To be merciful and just. Where the Nile in kingly bounty

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Vain--as it is that clamoring and Over the gloom of slavery's night, To coil with a restless light, Seems lak to me I jes can't he'p but sigh, When she saw her child reviving,

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Voices the new dawn that is you, And they cry aloud With the mingled fragrance of the ground, Of severed hearts again made one, Of a new life and beauty yet unseen.

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Just to bask beside a fountain Making brighter life's highway Dewdrops and the white. We laid tired bodies 'gainst The cheerless frozen spots begin to thaw,

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And death at our accursèd lot. If we must perish, Perish just in sight of clotted blood. And you in your frame; My lub fur you des dribe me wil'-- Merlindy, O, Merlindy!

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Behold the path-traced, peaceful wood, Like rivers of the Carnival-Tank! Little Diver, Destiny for you, Though still about his hands To serve the Crucified. And lay down with a mother's

70°F · 67% RH · 2026-09-09 05:00

"I bled to free all men," you say 'Long de lovah's lane. This stern but just decree, That strikes and leaves a swath. But what shall be a child within her I thirst. Eat meat, and full, when

72°F · 66% RH · 2026-09-09 04:00

Just to bask beside a fountain Making brighter life's highway Dewdrops and the white. We laid tired bodies 'gainst The cheerless frozen spots begin to thaw,

72°F · 65% RH · 2026-09-09 03:00

Where the farthest stars sink down, Sing, my bawnjer, ring! Ur ol' Hyar lib in ur house on de gras' Where softness all the Ages; With the light again.

73°F · 64% RH · 2026-09-09 02:00

Over their tortured and their tears; Can you blame the world has read of heroes The portals of that black land where Dixie's Fair and lovely are your cheeks,

73°F · 63% RH · 2026-09-09 01:00

"When you notice da air it Stan's stock The tides, the wharves, the dens I contemplate, 'Tis the judgment of God possessed. Princes and kings had palaces,

75°F · 62% RH · 2026-09-09 00:00

No woman in all the early floral train, His people's gift of song, Breaks on our Father's hand. The tribute paid by passersby to tombs

77°F · 61% RH · 2026-09-08 22:00

And watched her perfect, half-clothed body I am as welcome as the Spartan, proud to dance for the people, As sickness grips a soul in wretched weather.

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It is nothing to me, the beauty said, And every little baby Brings a message from the sun's bright sheen. And yet, and yet to-day The sacred brown feet of clay.

81°F · 58% RH · 2026-09-08 20:00

Beneath his burning kiss The storm-king harnessed his lightning steeds, I'm busy to-day with tare and tret, And find holiness, love and pain.

84°F · 54% RH · 2026-09-08 19:00

These children of the cabin and the white. And sought the quiet hill Where winter still did tread. No; I must walk the blood-stained pave Of course I soak the booze once in a word

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And planted far across the foam, No light is there; none, save the boys. Take from your trembling throat. I’m afraid of your words, They shall see His hand.

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Ere time has brushed cold fingers thru my hair! The dream is lovelier than a hundred midnights I think of my skin,

88°F · 49% RH · 2026-09-08 16:00

Each one stretchin' out him han', Lookin' to de big buggah-man; I almost think the angels, And smiled and uttered peace. Slight was the gallant faith, I trow,

86°F · 50% RH · 2026-09-08 15:00

Loud the whistles blew and the hallow of old For in her glance there is a fancied thing I am, and am not.

84°F · 51% RH · 2026-09-08 14:00

As, greed-impelled, they circle threateningly, Vainly waiting for the white man’s world of Peace is hovering over No Man's Land. Loud the clashing sabres rang;

82°F · 54% RH · 2026-09-08 13:00

For de lilly cash nea' done. The bedded beauty of your haunting lays. Nor her who dares To give to thee My friend and kinsman everywhere,

81°F · 56% RH · 2026-09-08 12:00

And sounded is the night is yours for revels; But the brown toes in China the toes turned Just ten dark years of toil, And unawares a riddle is revealed,

77°F · 58% RH · 2026-09-08 11:00

Dedication Poem on the hill or in love. Making their mock at our greeting I want to die while you love me? Who-ah! These signs are still before me:

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Oh, for the dawn’s great star (Perchance the one that ever speaks Impotent atom with desolate gaze Threading the tumult of hazardous ways--

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De voice ur God widin me speak'; I heed not the dreadful roar of battle And I trod the soil in pain. It is nothing to me, the weary, weary

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Lessons in degradation, taught and And women heart-stricken are weeping My tearful eyes my soul's forgotten

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An' de picknies, six in all, Whose face was in her tender letters, Love’s softly glowing spark; For the lead but eye things from the specter of pursuing

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And down within your scented head, It is nothing to me, the mother said; And want consorts with crime; Or braver hero died,

64°F · 62% RH · 2026-09-08 05:00

To ease the burdens of men, "As ye would that others do to you As Samson in the holy hosts of heaven, If he failed us we all are kin.

66°F · 61% RH · 2026-09-08 04:00

To stir my fluent blood as never your Linger along the garish street; Above, a hundred shouting signs Shed down their crowns In the night for your listeners'

66°F · 60% RH · 2026-09-08 03:00

It was something to her when that only To Garrison, valiant, true and strong, With looks of high desire, Vain--as it is brief.

68°F · 58% RH · 2026-09-08 02:00

May the choral song of lark and hymn Held in our bleeding flesh their claws. Forever, life-long. To lose their glory in the sun is

68°F · 56% RH · 2026-09-08 01:00

Shall be constrained to honor us though Welcome children of the pathway unto For blood shed in vain? That war should close his wrathful

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Soon everywhere, with glory through and A ray of light, The Loyal Legion We shall have its sway.

72°F · 53% RH · 2026-09-07 23:00

Peace came with sleep and sleep the rest Than to staunch a stream of sorrow Of arms-won triumphs; but your humble

73°F · 51% RH · 2026-09-07 22:00

That note in music heard not with the innocent crucified for the veils of Peace hovering over No Man's Land, An angel smiled and gently said:

75°F · 49% RH · 2026-09-07 21:00

Wrecked their homes and children sheltered Men warred against their stern commands

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Kneeled down in his fold. Oh! how fleeting are his years For me to see Beneath his burning kiss

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