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BY SYLVIA PLATH

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

By Sonia Sanchez

(for Emmett Louis Till)

1.

Your limbs buried

in northern muscle carry

BY ROGER MCGOUGH

BY GWENDOLYN BROOKS

What do you think of us in fuzzy endeavor, you whose directions are

BY CLAUDE MCKAY

By Martin Espada

BY ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING

BY ROBERT FROST

BY T.S. ELIOT

Miss Helen Slingsby was my maiden aunt,   

And lived in a small house near a fashionable square   

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