To a Black Dancer in "The Little Savoy"
by Langston Hughes
Wine-Maiden
Of the jazz-tuned night,
Lips
Sweet as purple dew,
Breasts
Like the pillows of all sweet dreams'
Who crushed
The grapes of joy
And dripped their juice
On you?
A good read a day, keeps the doldrums away.
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