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| Evelyn Tooley Hunt |
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| Taught me purple | ||||
| My mother taught me purple Although she never wore it. Wash-grey was her circle, The tenement her orbit. My mother taught me golden And held me up to see it, Above the broken molding, Beyond the filthy street. My mother reached for beauty And for its lack she died, Who knew so much of duty She could not teach me pride. |
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