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Stephen Crane

I looked here;

I looked there;

Nowhere could I see my love.

And--this time--

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How thin and sharp is the moon tonight!

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Langston Hughes·1901–1967·Harlem Renaissance
OÈME D’AUTOMNE The autumn leavesAre too heavy with color.The slender treesOn the Vulcan RoadAre dressed in scarlet and goldLike young courtesansWaiting for their lovers.But soonThe winter windsWill strip their bodies bareAnd thenThe sharp, sleet-stungCaresses of the coldWill be their onlyLove.