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Richard Wright


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      I am nobody:
A red sinking autumn sun
      Took my name away.

98

      It took five seconds
For the barefoot boy's wet track
      To dry on the porch.

253

      From a tenement,
The blue jazz of a trumpet
      Weaving autumn mists.

450

      In a barbershop
The stench of soap and hair,—
      A hot summer day!

581

      Don't they make you sad,
Those wild geese winging southward,
      O lonely scarecrow?

793

      Not even the cat
Could escape the sudden rain
      From the July sky.



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    Excerpted from Haiku: This Other World by Richard Wright. Copyright © 2003 by Richard Wright. Excerpted by permission of Arcade Publishing, a division of Random House. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.