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William Stanley Braithwaite
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I kissed a kiss in youth
Upon a dead man’s brow;
And that was long ago,—
And I’m a grown man now,

It’s lain there in the dust,
Thirty years and more;—
My lips that set a light
At a dead man’s door.

@темы: harlem renaissance, english-american, b, 20