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One of Paul Laurence Dunbars poems in southern dialect.
W'en de evenin' shadders
Come a-glidin' down.
Fallin' black an' heavy
Ovah hill an' town,
Ef you...
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Electric speech
Her grid speaks
for me to reach
her hearts' power
Her gift for me
is her loves' beach
Undulating beneath
generating our
Uniting kiss
The time is coming,
high kiting bliss,...
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lxxi
And when the Steward held the harp he cried,
"How did you get it? Please, I have to know!"
Etain then answered him, "Sir, once I spied
At noon a sloe-black raven hovering low
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A string of buttons
(but for what?),
a cord, a pen
(no point)
a jig-saw puzzle piece,
(impossible to chuck,
inane to hoard.
Toss when I die.
I'll not cease till I cease)
A bottle stopper,...
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xxi
Then Orfeo descended on the bed
Of leaves and moss. His fury made him rave.
From tearing grass and hair his hands grew red.
"Alas, my Queen, my wife, I couldn't save!"
The Steward...
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