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BY AUDRE LORDE

BY SYLVIA PLATH

Arena dust rusted by four bulls' blood to a dull redness,

By Audre Lorde

BY CLAUDE MCKAY
 
I hear the halting footsteps of a lass

BY DIANE DI PRIMA

you are my bread
and the hairline
noise
of my bones
you are almost
the sea

By Rita Dove We were dancing—it must have been a foxtrot or a waltz, something romantic but requiring restraint, rise and fall, precise...

By Langston Hughes

BY AI OGAWA

BY LEWIS CARROLL

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