THE NEGRO SPEAKS OF RIVERS
I've known rivers;
My soul has grown deep like the rivers.
I bathed in the Euphrates when dawns were
I've known rivers:
My soul has grown deep like rivers.
Because I am the white man's son--his own
JUKE BOX LOVE SONG
I could take the Harlem night
I, too sing America.
I am the darker brother.
Besides, they'll see how beautiful I am
I, too, am America.
I am a Negro:
I've been a slave:
I've been a worker:
I've been a singer:
I've been a victim:
I am a Negro:
THEME FOR ENGLISH B
The instructor said,
I wonder if it's that simple?
It's not easy to know what is true for you or me
This is my page for English B.
Where is the Jim Crow section
What happens to a dream deferred?
It's such a
Have you dug the spill
LET AMERICA BE AMERICA AGAIN
Let America be America again.
(America never was America to me.)
Let America be the dream the dreamers dreamed--
(It never was America to me.)
O, let my land be a land where Liberty
(There's never been equality for me,
Say who are you that mumbles in the dark?
I am the poor white, fooled and pushed apart,
I am the young man, full of strength and hope,
I am the farmer, bondsman to the soil,
Yet I'm the one who dreamt our basic dream
O, let America be America again--
Sure, call me any ugly name you choose--
We, the people, must redeem
By the river and the railroad
In the Quarter of the Negroes
But they asked me right at Christmas
Dreams and nightmares . . .