Friday, January 3, 2003

The Harlem Dancer Comments

Rating: 3.3

Applauding youths laughed with young prostitutes
And watched her perfect, half-clothed body sway;
Her voice was like the sound of blended flutes
Blown by black players upon a picnic day.
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Claude McKay
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Susan Williams 05 February 2016

Sometimes blinding ourselves to what we do to survive is the only way to keep going another day

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Sylva Portoian 04 November 2011

Wikipedia Says...It is one of his best poems... And I feel the same He felt with his race With his girl friends Why they sell them selves... He was real poet...Honest Never a play boy

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