The Souls of Black Folk · ¶353
O sister, sister, thy first-begotten, The hands that cling and the feet that follow, The voice of the child’s blood crying yet, Who hath remembered me? who hath forgotten? Thou hast forgotten, O summer swallow, But the world shall end when I forget.Read in context ›
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