The Washerwoman

Composed by Florence Price

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The Washerwoman

A great swart cheek and the gleam of tears,
The flutter of hopes and the shadow of fears,
And all day long the rub and scrub
With only a breath betwixt tub and tub.
Fool! Thou hast toiled for fifty years
And what hast thou now but thy dusty tears?
In silence she rubbed…
But her face I had seen,
Where the light of her soul fell shining and clean.

–included in James Weldon Johnson’s anthology The Book of American Negro Poetry (1922)

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