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Of De Witt Williams On His Way To Lincoln Cemetery
(7 June 1917 – 3 December 2000 / Topeka, Kansas)

Of De Witt Williams On His Way To Lincoln Cemetery

Poem By Gwendolyn Brooks

He was born in Alabama.
He was bred in Illinois.
He was nothing but a
Plain black boy.

Swing low swing low sweet sweet chariot.
Nothing but a plain black boy.

Drive him past the Pool Hall.
Drive him past the Show.
Blind within his casket,
But maybe he will know.

Down through Forty-seventh Street:
Underneath the L,
And Northwest Corner, Prairie,
That he loved so well.

Don’t forget the Dance Halls—
Warwick and Savoy,
Where he picked his women, where
He drank his liquid joy.

Born in Alabama.
Bred in Illinois.
He was nothing but a
Plain black boy.

Swing low swing low sweet sweet chariot.
Nothing but a plain black boy.

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This elegy appeals to me so much. 'A plain black boy' on his way to the cemetery. Brilliant.
gwendolyn brooks only writes bangers


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