Lewis Grandison Alexander (July 4, 1898 – November 25, 1945) was an American poet, actor, playwright, and costume designer who lived in Washington, D.C. and had strong ties to the Harlem Renaissance period in New York. Alexander focused most of his time and creativity on poetry, and it is for this that he is best known. Hokku
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| - Lewis Grandison Alexander (July 4, 1898 – November 25, 1945) was an American poet, actor, playwright, and costume designer who lived in Washington, D.C. and had strong ties to the Harlem Renaissance period in New York. Alexander focused most of his time and creativity on poetry, and it is for this that he is best known. Hokku (en)
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Life goes by moving,
Up and down a chain of moods
Wanting what’s nothing.
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My soul is the wind
Dashing down fields of Autumn:
O, too swift to sing.
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I shall spend my moods
Like a rose discards leaves
And die without moods.
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My ears burn for speech
And you lie cold and silent.
Supinely cruel:
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Look at the white moon
The sphinx does not question more.
Turn away your eyes.
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The poetry of life?
NO, the picture of my dreams
Flashing on my heart. (en)
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| - Lewis Grandison Alexander (July 4, 1898 – November 25, 1945) was an American poet, actor, playwright, and costume designer who lived in Washington, D.C. and had strong ties to the Harlem Renaissance period in New York. Alexander focused most of his time and creativity on poetry, and it is for this that he is best known. Hokku ILife goes by moving,Up and down a chain of moodsWanting what’s nothing.IIMy soul is the windDashing down fields of Autumn:O, too swift to sing.IIII shall spend my moodsLike a rose discards leavesAnd die without moods.IVMy ears burn for speechAnd you lie cold and silent.Supinely cruel:VLook at the white moonThe sphinx does not question more.Turn away your eyes.VIThe poetry of life?NO, the picture of my dreamsFlashing on my heart. (en)
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