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| THE NEGRO SPEAKS OF RIVERS By Langston Hughes I've known rivers: I've known rivers ancient as the world and older than the flow of human blood in human veins. My soul has grown deep like the rivers. I bathed in the Euphrates when dawns were young. I built my hut near the Congo and it lulled me to sleep. I looked upon the Nile and raised the pyramids above it. I heard the singing of the Mississippi when Abe Lincoln went down to New Orleans, and I've seen its muddy bosom turn all golden in the sunset. I've known rivers: Ancient, dusky rivers. My soul has grown deep like the rivers. 1922 To Be an Astronomical Voyeuress (Neighbourhood at 11:40) The moonlight, lucid through tearful windowpanes, rooftops glisten with the sorrow of the tempest, smoke drifts away, unwanted and ashamed, skies lie "Mezzo Rosso" with the coming of the morning sun although the night is profoundest blue, the celestial diamonds look down and smile, and the pines reach out to heaven, as Diana herself paves out her reflections, the lights in the background, purest butterscotch in colour, so near, yet so far, and the sky above us, a world in itself, beautiful, awesome world. Sara Gallego Sea Lullaby ELINOR WYLIE The old moon is tarnished With smoke of the flood, The dead leaves are varnished With color like blood, A treacherous smiler With teeth white as milk, A savage beguiler In sheathing of silk, The sea creeps to pillage, She leaps on her prey; A child of the village Was murdered today. She came up to meet him In a smooth golden cloak, She choked him and beat him To death, for a joke. Her bright locks were tangled, She shouted for joy, With one hand she strangled A strong little boy. Now in silence she lingers Beside him all night To wash her long fingers In silvery light. Stairway to Heaven There’s a lady who’s sure all that glitters is gold and she buying a stairway to heaven When she gets there she knows if the stores are all closed with a word she can get what she came for ooh ooh she’s buying a stairway to heaven There’s a sign on the wall but she wants to be sure ’cause you know sometimes words have two meanings In a tree by the brook there’s a songbird who sings All of our thoughts are misgiven. Ooh it makes me wonder There’s a feeling I get when I look to the west And my spirit is crying for leaving In my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees And the voices of those who stand looking. Ooh it makes me wonder Ooh it really makes me wonder. And it’s whispered soon if we all call the tune then the piper will lead us to reason. And a new day will dawn for those who stand long and the forests Will echo with laughter If there’s a bustle in your hedge-row don’t be alarmed now it’s just a spring clean for May-queen. Yes there are two pats you can go by but in the long run There’s still time to change the road you’re on. And it makes me wonder. Your head is humming and it won’t go In case you don’t know The Piper’s calling you to join them. Dear lady can you hear the wind blow And did you know Your stairway lies on the whispering wind And as we wind on down the road Our shadows are taller than our soul There walks a lady we all know Who shines white light and wants to show how everything still turns to gold. And if you listen very hard the tune will come to you at last. When all are one and one is all to be a rock and not a roll. And she’s buying a stairway to heaven. |
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