#Americans #Ballad
Then call me traitor if you must, Shout treason and default! Say I betray a sacred trust Aching beyond this vault. I’ll bear your censure as your pra…
What is Africa to me: Copper sun or scarlet sea, Jungle star or jungle track, Strong bronzed men, or regal black Women from whose loins I sprang
They in their cruel traps, and we… Survey each other’s rage, and pass… Commiserating each the other’s woe… To mitigate his own pain’s fiery g… Man could but little proffer in ex…
Locked arm in arm they cross the w… The black boy and the white, The golden splendor of the day The sable pride of night. From lowered blinds the dark folk…
Wherein are words sublime or noble… Invests one speech with haloed emi… Makes it the sesame for all doors… Yet in its like sees but impertine… Is it the hue? Is it the cast of…
Some are teethed on a silver spoon… With the stars strung for a rattle… I cut my teeth as the black raccoo… For implements of battle. Some are swaddled in silk and down…
He never spoke a word to me, And yet He called my name; He never gave a sign to me, And yet I knew and came. At first I said, “I will not bear
“White folks is white,” says uncle… “A platitude,” I sneer; And then I tell him so is milk, And the froth upon his beer. His heart walled up with bitternes…
Once riding in old Baltimore, Heart-filled, head-filled with gle… I saw a Baltimorean Keep looking straight at me. Now I was eight and very small,
I doubt not God is good, well-mea… And did He stoop to quibble could… The little buried mole continues b… Why flesh that mirrors Him must s… Make plain the reason tortured Ta…
Now as I watch you, strong of arm… With the waves that rush against y… Into my heart, grown each day more… Of mind and soul that will not be… With an outward stroke of power in…
We shall not always plant while ot… The golden increment of bursting f… Not always countenance, abject and… That lesser men should hold their… Not everlastingly while others sle…
I cannot hold my peace, John Keat… There never was a spring like this… It is an echo, that repeats My last year’s song and next year’… I know, in spite of all men say
I have wrapped my dreams in a silk… And laid them away in a box of gol… Where long will cling the lips of… I have wrapped my dreams in a silk… I hide no hate; I am not even wro…
The many sow, but only the chosen… Happy the wretched host if Day be… That with the cool oblivion of sle… A dawnless Night may soothe the s… If from the soil our sweat enriche…