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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.

By Langston Hughes

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• Ardella
• Daybreak In Alabama
• Dream Deferred
• Dream Variations
• Fire-Caught
• Freedoms Plow
• I, Too, Sing America
• Juke Box Love Song
• Justice
• Madam And Her Madam
• Merry-Go-Round
• Minstrel Man
• Mother to Son
• Night Funeral In Harlem
• Problems
• Quiet Girl
• Still Here
• The Blues
• The Negro Mother
• The Negro Speaks Of Rivers
• The Weary Blues
• Walkers With The Dawn