Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, LADY, LADY, by ANNE SPENCER

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First Line: Lady, lady, I saw your face
Last Line: Where the good god sits to spangle through.
Alternate Author Name(s): Bannister, Anne Bethel Scales
Subject(s): African Americans - Women

Lady, Lady, I saw your face,
Dark as night withholding a star . . .
The chisel fell, or it might have been
You had borne so long the yoke of men.

Lady, Lady, I saw your hands,
Twisted, awry, like crumpled roots,
Bleached poor white in a sudsy tub,
Wrinkled and drawn from your rub-a-dub.

Lady, Lady, I saw your heart,
And altared there in its darksome place
Were the tongues of flame the ancients knew,
Where the good God sits to spangle through.

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