Quotes

11 November 2014
Way Down South in Dixie (Break the heart of me) They hung my black young lover To a cross roads tree.
11 November 2014
Love is a naked shadow On a gnarled and naked tree.
11 November 2014
I swear to the Lord I still can't see Why Democracy means Everybody but me.
11 November 2014
here to this college on the hill above Harlem I am the only colored student in my class.
11 November 2014
So will my page be colored that I write? Being me, it will not be white. But it will be a part of you, instructor. You are white— yet a part of me, as I am a part of you.
11 November 2014
As I learn from you, I guess you learn from me— although you're older—and white— and somewhat more free. This is my page for English B.
11 November 2014
I've known rivers: Ancient, dusky rivers. My soul has grown deep like the rivers.
11 November 2014
The singer stopped playing and went to bed While the Weary Blues echoed through his head. He slept like a rock or a man that's dead.
11 November 2014
Droning a drowsy syncopated tune, Rocking back and forth to a mellow croon, I heard a Negro play. Down on Lenox Avenue the other night By the pale dull pallor of an old gas light
11 November 2014
Maybe it just sags like a heavy load. Or does it explode?

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