I know I love my race, and why no so?
But for outside beauty I wish the rose.
If people vex me, ” Your heart needs to grow!”
I say, “God gave the rose secure-fixed pose.”
But of my race, there`s something I`d ne`er change
For flowers fair, or pearls, or pure gold:
Of his surviving nature his huge range;
How much his blood keeps us we all in hold.
So here I am deep in my human mirth,
And though I`ve eyes and taste for pretty things,
My heart and mind revere and praise my birth,
And then my soul does look divine and sings.
Yes, beauty, we love thee; fault of the eye.
I`m proud I am the night; my chin`up high.
End of the poem
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- Black song about a black woman and red wine by Vinko Kalinić
- The Copper Beech by Marie Howe
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- How Samson Bore Away the Gates of Gaza by Vachel Lindsay
- Ольга Седакова – В это зыбкое скопленье
- Владимир Корнилов – Париж
- The Parrot by William Cowper
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- I had a little nut-tree, by Roald Dahl
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Duckduckgo.com – the alternative in the US
Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).
