John Wesley Holloway, The Book of American Negro Poetry (1922)
“ Hello, Miss Melerlee! Hello dar, Miss Melerlee! You're de berry gal fo' me! Pearly teef, an' shinin' hair, An' silky arm so plump an' bare! Ah lak yo' walk, Ah lak yo' clothes, An' de way Ah love you,—goodness knows! ”
John Wesley Holloway, The Book of American Negro Poetry (1922)
“ Loud an' clear, sweet an' strong Comes de music rare: "O mah dovee, Who-ah! Do you love me? Who-ah! Who-ah!" An' as 'e tu'ns de cotton row, Hyah 'im tell 'is ol' mule so; Whoa! Har! Come 'ere!" ”
John Wesley Holloway, The Book of American Negro Poetry (1922)
“ An' sev'al mo' Ah don't recall, Dey nevah done no good at all. Mah appetite begun to fail; Ah fo'ced some clabber, about a pail, Fo' mah ol' gran 'ma always said When yo' can't eat you're almost dead. ”
