Born in 1902 / Died in 1973 / United States / English
Yet would we die as some have done, beating a way for the rising sun.
Is there something we have forgotten? Some precious thing we have lost, wandering in strange lands?
How dare anyone, parent, schoolteacher, or merely literary critic, tell me not to act colored.
Let us keep the dance of rain our fathers kept and tread our dreams beneath the jungle sky.
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