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I have forgotten much, but still remember
The poinsettia's red, blood-red in warm December.

— Claude McKay

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Like men we’ll face the murderous, cowardly pack,
Pressed to the wall, dying, but fighting back!

The shivering birds beneath the eaves
Have sheltered for the night.

I know the dark delight of being strange,
The penalty of difference in the crowd,
The loneliness of wisdom among fools

Oh, I must keep my heart inviolate
Against the potent poison of your hate.

Oh some I know! I have embalmed the days,
Even the sacred moments when we played,
All innocent of passion, uncorrupt,
At noon and evening in the flame-heart’s shade.

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