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Robert Hayden
Sundays too my...
Sundays too my father got up early
and put his clothes on in the blueblack cold,
then with cracked hands that...
. . ....
. . . voyage through death
to life upon these shores.
Source: Middle...
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[My poetry is]...
[My poetry is] a way of coming to grips with reality . . . a way of discovery and definition. It is a way of solving...
. . ....
. . . your presence was shore where I rested
released from the hoodoo of that dance, where I spoke
with my true...
We must not...
We must not be frightened nor cajoled
into accepting evil as deliverance from evil.
We must go on struggling to...