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25 April: "Dream Variations" by Langston Hughes

To fling my arms wide
In some place of the sun,
To whirl and to dance
Till the white day is done.
Then rest at cool evening
Beneath a tall tree
While night comes on gently,
    Dark like me—
That is my dream!

To fling my arms wide
In the face of the sun,
Dance!  Whirl!  Whirl!
Till the quick day is done.
Rest at pale evening . . .
A tall, slim tree . . .
Night coming tenderly
    Black like me.

1 comment:

  1. This poem captures the contrasts between being white and colored in American history. A dream for peace and pleasure.

    The tension is still here, but I'd be intresting to see what people's dreams are now with technology and growing economic gaps. I feel like people want stuff to make them happy, not peace

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