21 ordspråk av Margaret Walker
Margaret Walker
After all they had been through to ... finally get clean and eating regularly, they didn't want to be uprooted,
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Friends and good manners will carry you where money won't go.
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I want my careless song to strike no minor key; no fiend to stand between my body's Southern song - the fusion of the South, my body's song and me.
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I want my careless song to strike no minor key; no fiend to stand between my body's Southern song -- the fusion of the South, my body's song and me.
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I'm hearing that a lot of them just don't want to be relocated again, ... They got to a place where they felt warm and safe and welcomed and didn't want to go someplace else.
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Let a new earth rise. Let another world be born. Let a bloody peace be written in the sky. Let a second generation full of courage issue forth; let a people loving freedom come to growth.
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Let a new earth rise. Let another/ world be born. Let a bloody/ peace be written in the sky./ Let a second generation full of / courage issue forth; let a / people loving freedom come/ to growth.
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My grandmothers are full of memories,Smelling of soap and onions and wet clay, With veins rolling roughly over quick hands, They have many clean words to say, My grandmothers were strong.
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My grandmothers are full of memories/ Smelling of soap and onions and wet clay/ With veins rolling roughly over quick hands/ They have many clean words to say,/ My grandmothers were strong.
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Now when you hates you shrinks up inside and gets littler and you squeezes your heart tight and you stays so mad with peoples you feels sick all the time like you needs the doctor.
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Our concern was to get them out of unsafe conditions,
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People really have opened their hearts and are welcoming everybody and people want these evacuees to come -- personally I think that's very wonderful and it's very much appreciated, these offers of hospitality, ... But I think they may not be needed.
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Right now, the focus is on saving people's lives,
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The poetry of a people comes from the deep recesses of the unconscious, the irrational and the collective body of our ancestral memories.
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The Word of fire burns today On the lips of our prophets in an evil age.
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