Robert Hayden

(4 August 1913 – 25 February 1980 / Detroit)

Robert Hayden Poems

If you see a poem only with title, it is listed that way because of copyright reasons.
1. Those Winter Sundays 1/3/2003
2. The Whipping 1/3/2003
3. Middle Passage 1/3/2003
4. The Prisoners 1/3/2003
5. El-Hajj Malik El-Shabazz (Malcolm X) 1/20/2003
6. Runagate Runagate 1/3/2003
7. Monet's Waterlilies 1/3/2003
8. Frederick Douglass 1/3/2003
9. Full Moon 1/3/2003
10. Perseus 1/20/2003
11. O Daedalus, Fly Away Home 1/3/2003
12. Soledad 1/3/2003
13. Witch Doctor 4/6/2010
14. The Ballad Of Nat Turner 4/6/2010
15. Mourning Poem For The Queen Of Sunday 4/6/2010

Frederick Douglass

When it is finally ours, this freedom, this liberty, this beautiful
and terrible thing, needful to man as air,
usable as earth; when it belongs at last to all,
when it is truly instinct, brain matter, diastole, systole,
reflex action; when it is finally won; when it is more
than the gaudy mumbo jumbo of politicians:
this man, this Douglass, this former slave, this Negro
beaten to his knees, exiled, visioning a world
where none is lonely, none hunted, alien,

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