STRANGE HURT
In times of stormy weather
She felt a queer pain
That said,
"You'll find rain better
Than shelter from the rain."
Days filled with fiery sunshine
Strange hurt she knew
That made
Her seek the burning sunlight
Rather than the shade.
In months of snowy winter
When cozy houses hold,
She'd break down doors
To wander naked
In the cold.
- Langston Hughes
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