The beauty of America, neither cool jazz nor devoured Egyptian
heroes, lies in
lives in the darkness I inhabit in the midst of sterile millions.
Ode: Salute to the French Negro Poets (l. 34-36) (1960).
The beauty of America, neither cool jazz nor devoured Egyptian
heroes, lies in
lives in the darkness I inhabit in the midst of sterile millions.
Ode: Salute to the French Negro Poets (l. 34-36) (1960).