William Waring CuneyShe does not know her beauty, she thinks her brown body has no glory. If she could dance naked under palm trees and see her image in the river, she would know. But there are no palm trees on the street, and dish water gives back no images. Tags: Arts & SciencesTheater & DanceSocial commentariesRace & EthnicityU.S.Mid-AtlanticHarlem RenaissanceUncategorized