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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 WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE
BY LEWIS CARROLL