Frank Marshall Davis

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Frank Marshall Davis
Four Glimpses of Night
I
Eagerly
Like a woman hurrying to her lover
Night comes to the room of the world
And lies, yielding and content
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Chicago’s Congo
(Sonata for an Orchestra) Chicago is an overgrown woman
wearing her skyscrapers
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Self Portrait
I would be
A painter with words
Creating sharp portraits
On the wide canvas of your mind
Images of those things
Shaped through my eyes
That interest me;
But being a Tenth American
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