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Langston Hughes

Langston Hughes

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Oh, silver tree!
Oh, shining rivers of the soul!
 
In a Harlem cabaret
Six long—headed jazzers play.
A dancing girl whose eyes are bold
Lifts high a dress of silken gold.
 
Oh, singing tree!
Oh, shining rivers of the soul!
 
Were Eve’s eyes
In the first garden
Just a bit too bold?
Was Cleopatra gorgeous
In a gown of gold?
 
Oh, shining tree!
Oh, silver rivers of the soul!
 
In a whirling cabaret
Six long—headed jazzers play.

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