Portraiture

Black men are the tall trees that remain Standing in a forest after a fire. Flames strip their branches, Flames sear their limbs, Flames scorch their trunks. Yet stand these trees For their roots are thrust deep In the heart of the earth. Black men are the tall trees...

I Dream a World

I dream a world where man No other man will scorn, Where love will bless the earth And peace its paths adorn. I dream a world where all will know sweet freedom’s way, Where greed no longer saps the soul Nor avarice blights our day. A world I dream where black or...
Solace

Solace

Now must I grieve and fret my little way into death’s darkness, ending all my day in bitterness and pain, in striving and in stress; go on unendingly again to mock the sun with death and mask all light with fear? Oh no, I will not cease to lift my eyes beyond...
My Mother

My Mother

The dawn departs, the morning is begun, The Trades come whispering from off the seas, The fields of corn are golden in the sun, The dark-brown tassels fluttering in the breeze; The bell is sounding and children pass, Frog-leaping, skipping, shouting, laughing shrill,...

Wake

Tell all my mourners To mourn in red- Cause there ain’t no sense In my bein’ dead. I hate to die this way with the quiet Over everything like a shroud. I’d rather die where the band’s a playin’ Noisy and loud. Rather die the way I lived-...

Song for a Suicide

Oh, the sea is deep And a knife is sharp And a poison acid burns; but they all bring rest In a deep, long sleep For which the tired soul yearns- They all bring rest in a nothingness From where no road returns. -Langston...

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