Tag: poem
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“At the Closed Gates of Justice” by James D. Corrothers
“…To be a Negro in a day like this— Alas! Lord God, what evil have we done? Still shines the gate, all gold and amethyst, But I pass by, the glorious goal unwon, “Merely a Negro”—in a day like this!”
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“The Wife-Woman” by Anne Spencer
“We trekked into a far country, My friend and I. Our deeper content was never spoken, But each knew all the other said…”
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“To the White People of America” by Joshua McCarter Simpson (1820 – 1876)
“…Lo! Ten thousand steeples shining Through this mighty Christian land, While four millions slaves all pining And dying ‘neath the Tyrant’s hand…”
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“George Moses Horton, Myself” by George Moses Horton (1797? – 1883?)
George Moses Horton, Myself BY GEORGE MOSES HORTON I feel myself in need Of the inspiring strains of ancient lore, My heart to lift, my empty mind to feed, And all the world explore. I know that I am old And never can recover what is past, But for the future may some light unfold And…
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“Evening” by Paul Laurence Dunbar
“Beneath some friendly blade of grass The lazy beetle cowers; The coffers of the air are filled With offerings from the flowers.”
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“Afternoon on a Hill” by Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892 – 1950)
I will be the gladdest thing Under the sun! I will touch a hundred flowers And not pick one….
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“Acquainted with the Night” by Robert Frost (1874–1963)
I have looked down the saddest city lane. I have passed by the watchman on his beat And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.
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“The Sun Has Long Been Set” by William Wordsworth (1770 – 1850)
The sun has long been set, The stars are out by twos and threes, The little birds are piping yet Among the bushes and trees; There’s a cuckoo, and one or two thrushes, And a far-off wind that rushes, And a sound of water that gushes, And the cuckoo’s sovereign cry Fills all the hollow…
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Poem: “Traveling” by William Wordsworth (1770 – 1850)
And no one can tell whither.—my sweet friend! We two have had such happy hours together That my heart melts in me to think of it.
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Poem: “When I Heard the Learned Astronomer” by Walt Whitman (1819 – 1892)
When I heard the learn’d astronomer, When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me, When I was shown the charts and diagrams, to add, divide, and measure them, When I sitting heard the astronomer where he lectured with much applause in the lecture-room, How soon unaccountable I became tired and sick, Till…
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