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Langston Hughes

Langston Hughes

When Sue Wears Red

When Susanna Jones wears red
her face is like an ancient cameo
Turned brown by the ages.
Come with a blast of trumphets, Jesus!
 
When Susanna Jones wears red
A queen from some time—dead Egyptian night
Walks once again.
Blow trumphets, Jesus!
 
And the beauty of Susanna Jones in red
Burns in my heart a love—fire sharp like a pain.
Sweet silver trumphets, Jesus!

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