Night’s brittle song, sliver-thin
Shatters into a billion fragments
Of quiet shadows
At the blaring jazz
Of a morning sun.
Excerpt from Four Glimpses of Night, Frank Marshall Davis (1905–1987)
Night’s brittle song, sliver-thin
Shatters into a billion fragments
Of quiet shadows
At the blaring jazz
Of a morning sun.
Excerpt from Four Glimpses of Night, Frank Marshall Davis (1905–1987)
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