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THE HEAT OF
BLACK LOVE
Black Love is Forbidden
God Given'
Ancient And Deep
As If It Were Written
- S.R. Tootsie
RARE BOOKS
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LITERATURE COLLECTED BETWEEN 1911–1929
As you explore The Heat of Black Love Archive, hold these thoughts/questions in your mind:
What if love were a person?
How has the "personality" of love changed over time?
How can love redeem itself?
Time tells us how long something existed. It doesn't tell us how deeply it was experienced.
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RARE POEMS
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I want to die while you love me,
While yet you hold me fair,
While laughter lies upon my lips
And lights are in my hair.
I want to die while you love me,
And bear to that still bed,
Your kisses turbulent, unspent
To warm me when I’m dead.
I want to die while you love me
Oh, who would care to live
Till love has nothing more to ask
And nothing more to give?
I want to die while you love me
And never, never see
The glory of this perfect day
Grow dim or cease to be!
I Want to Die While You Love Me
Georgia Douglas Johnson (1922)