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From Collected Poems by Robert Hayden. Copyright © 1971 Erma Hayden. Used with the permission of Liveright Publishing Corporation.
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and put his clothes on in the blueblack cold,
then with cracked hands that ached
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banked fires blaze. No one ever thanked him.
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