Ode, Inscribed to William H. Channing por Ralph Waldo Emerson Though loath to grieve The evil time’s sole patriot, I cannot leave My honied thought For the priest’s cant,
I, Too por Langston Hughes I, too, sing America. I am the darker brother. They send me to eat in the kitchen When company comes, But I laugh, 1
The Negro Speaks of Rivers por Langston Hughes I’ve known rivers: I’ve known rivers ancient as the w My soul has grown deep like the ri I bathed in the Euphrates when da I built my hut near the Congo and 1
Theme for English B por Langston Hughes Go home and write a page tonight. And let that page come out of you— Then, it will be true. I wonder if it’s that simple? 1 1
Harlem Sweeties por Langston Hughes Have you dug the spill Of Sugar Hill? Cast your gims On this sepia thrill: Brown sugar lassie, 2
Brass Spittoons por Langston Hughes Clean the spittoons, boy. Detroit, Chicago, Atlantic City, Palm Beach. 1
The Weary Blues por Langston Hughes … piano moan with melody. O Blues! Swaying to and fro on … like Sweet Blues! Coming from a black man … b
Still I Rise por Maya Angelou You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I’ll rise. Does my sassiness upset you? 2 14
from on the Pulse of Morning por Maya Angelou A Rock, A River, A Tree Hosts to species long since depart Marked the mastodon, The dinosaur, who left dried token Of their sojourn here
The Mothering Blackness por Maya Angelou She came home running back to the mothering blackness deep in the smothering blackness white tears icicle gold plains of She came home running
Pullman Porter por Robert W. Service The porter in the Pullman car Was charming, as they sometimes ar He scanned my baggage tags: “Are The man who wrote of Lady Lou?” When I said “yes” he made a fuss