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On Liberation Day, May 5, 1966 That he is human . . . and living . . .And of our time . . .Makes it seem a miracleAll the more sublimeThat he becomes a symbolOf our Negritude,Our dignity . .…
I came in from the roarOf city streetsTo look upon a Grecian urn. I thought of Keats—To mind came versesFilled with lovers’ sweets. Out of ages past there fellInto my hands the petalsOf an asphodel.
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Douglass was someone who,Had he walked with wary footAnd frightened tread,From very indecisionMight be dead,Might have lost his soul,But instead decided to be boldAnd capture every street,On which he set his feet,To route each pathToward freedom’s goal,To make each highwayChoose…
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I know I amThe Negro Problem Being wined and dined, Answering the usual questions That come to white mind Which seeks demurely To probe in polite way The why and wherewithal Of darkness U.S.A.—Wondering how things got this way In…
Emancipation: 1865Sighted through theTelescope of dreamsLooms larger,So much larger,So it seems,Than truth can be. But turn the telescope around,Look through the larger end—And wonder whyWhat was so largeBecomes so smallAgain.