Let us keep the dance of rain our fathers kept and tread our dreams beneath […]
Is there something we have forgotten? Some precious thing we have lost, wandering in strange […]
How dare anyone, parent, schoolteacher, or merely literary critic, tell me not to act colored.
American – Poet October 13, 1902 – June 4, 1973
Yet would we die as some have done, beating a way for the rising sun.