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  • Why?
    The little child crosses the street--
    Why does she wave to me?
    What sees she in my wasted form
    To hail so joyously? ...
  • Inconstancy
    Blue eyes, gray eyes,
    All the eyes that be,
    Hold within their changing depths
    Wealth of charm to me. ...
  • Moloch
    Old Moloch walks the way tonight
    On Flander's poppied field,
    Where foe meets foe in steel and might
    And never one shall yield. ...
  • Remembrance
    Forget?
    Ah, never!
    Your eyes, your voice, your lips.
    Those little ways of love, ...
  • Immortality
    From your life's blood to coin a trenchant word--
    The past, the present and the future's ken
    To hold--and weave it to a ringing chord
    That sounds within the changing hearts of men....
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God 13 Love 13 Soul 13 I Love You 13 Never 11 Life 9 Light 9 Heart 7 Hold 7 Night 7


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Conductor222: the way-side well ~ by joseph seamon cotter sr. (1861-1949) a fancy halts my feet at the way-side well. it is not to drink, for they say the water is brackish. it is not to tryst, for a heart at the mile’s end beckons me on. it is not to rest, for what feet could be weary when a…
Owlpatrol66: february 21, 2023 – joseph seamon cotter, jr. (1895-1919)
Owlpatrol66: february 21, 2023 - joseph seamon cotter, jr. (1895-1919)
Demsabroadchina: joseph seamon cotter sr’s poem uplifts the material and substantive good this does for black progress over the flowery language of its contemporaries.
Artsalamode: "why do men sneer when i arise and stand in their councils, and look them eye to eye, and speak their tongue? is it because i am black?" joseph seamon cotter jr
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