Sterling Allen Brown Poems

A man git his feet set in a sticky mudbank,
A man git dis yellow water in his blood,
No need for hopin', no need for doin',
Muddy streams keep him fixed for good.
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I talked to old Lem
and old Lem said:
"They weigh the cotton
They store the corn
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Slim Greer went to heaven;
St. Peter said, "Slim,
You been a right good boy."
An' he winked at him.
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Swing dat hammer--hunh--
Steady, bo';
Swing dat hammer--hunh--
Steady, bo';
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Let us forgive Ty Kendricks.
The place was Darktown. He was young.
His nerves were jittery. The day was hot.
The Negro ran out of the alley.
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When Ma Rainey
Comes to town,
Folks from anyplace
Miles aroun',
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