To a Black Dancer in 'The Little Savoy' by Langston Hughes
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?
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- Langston Hughes, "The Weary Blues" (full text) (1926) Amardeep Singh