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I am colored but I offer nothing in th way of extenuating circumstances except the fact that I am the only Negro in the United States whose grandfather on the mother's side was not an Indian chief.
'How It Feels to Be Colored Me' by Zora Neale Hurston
But I am not tragically colored. There is no great sorrow dammed up in my soul, nor lurking behind my eyes. I do not mind at all. I do not belong to the sobbing school of Negrohood who hold that nature somehow has given them a lowdown dirty deal and whose feelings are all hurt about it. Even in the helter-skelter skirmish tat is my life, I have seen that the world is to the strong regardless of a little pigmentation more or less. No, I do not weep at the world - I am too busy sharpening my oyster knife.
'How It Feels to Be Colored Me' by Zora Neale Hurston
We wear the mask tht grins and lies/ It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,-/ This debt we pay to human guile;/ With torn and bleeding hearts we smile,/ And mouth with myriad subtleties.
'We Wear the Mask' by Paul Laurence Dunbar
We is gathahed hyeah, my brothahs,/ In dis howlin' wildaness,/ Fu' to speak some words of comfo't/ To each othah in distress./ An' we chooses fu' ouah subjic'/ Dis-we'll 'splain it by an' by;/ "An' de Lawd said, 'Moses, Moses,'/ An' de man said, 'Hyeah am I.'''
'An Ante-Bellum Sermon' by Paul Laurence Dunbar
What happens to a dream deferred?/ Does it dry up/ like a raisin in the sun?/ Or fester like a sore-/ And then run?/ Does it stink like rotten meat?/ Or crust and sugar over-/ like a syrupy sweet?/ Maybe it just sags/ like a heavy load./ Or does it explode?
'Harlem' by Langston Hughes
Good morning, daddy!/ Ain't yu heard/ That boogie-woogie rumble/ Of a dram deferred?/ Listen closely:/ You'll hear their feet/ Beating out and Beating out a-/ You think/ It's a happy beat?
'Dream Boogie' by Langsto Hughes
Although she feeds me bread of bitterness/ And sinks into my throat her tiger's tooth,/ Stealing my breath of life, I will confess/ I love this cultured hell that tests my youth!/ Her vigor flows like tides into my blood,/ Giving me strength erect against er hate./ Her bigness sweeps my being lie a flood./ Yet as a rebel frnts a king in state,/ I stand within her wlls with not a shred/ Of terror, malice, not a word of jeer./ Darkly I gaze into the days ahead,/ And see her might and granite wonders there,/ Beneath the touch of Time's unerring hand,/ Like priceless treasures sinking in the sand.
'America' by Claude McKay
I've known rivers:/ It'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.
'The Negro Speaks of Rivers' by Langston Hughes
I am your son, white man!/ Georgia dusk/ And the turnpentine wood./ One of the pillars of the temple fell./ You are my son!/Like hell!
'Mulatto' by Langston Hughes
A hush is over all the teeming lists,/ And there is pause, a breath-space in the strife;/ A spirit brave has passed beyond the mists/ And vapors that obscure the sun of life./ And Ethiopia, with bosom town,/ Laments the passing of her noblest born.
'Fredeick Douglass' by Paul Laurence Dunbar
You've taken my blues and gone-/ You sing'em on Broadway/ And you sing'em in the Hollywood Bowl,/ And you mixed'em up wih symphonies/ And you ixed'em/So they don't sound like me./ Yep, you done taken my blues and gone.
'Note on Commercial Theatre' by Langston Hughes
Droning a drowsy syncopated tune,/ Rocking back and forth to mellow croon,/ I head a Negro play./ Down on Lenox Avenue the other night/ By the pale dull pallor of an old gas light/ He did a lay sway...
'The Weary Blues' by Langston Hughes
Through pollinated air she sawa glorious being comingup the road. In her former bindness she had known him as shiftless Johnny Taylor, tall and lean. That was before the golden dust of pollen had beglamored his rags and her eyes.
Their Eyes Were Watching God by Zora Neale Hurston (Janie)
Come to yo' Grandma, honey. Set in her lap lak yo' use tuh. Yo' Nanny wouldn't harm a hair uh yo' head. She don't want nobody else to do it nether if she kin help it. Honey, de white man is de ruler of everything as fur as Ah been able tuh find out. Maybe it's some place way off in de ocean where de black man is in power, but we don't know nothin' but what we see. So de white man throw down de load and tell de nigger man tuh pick it up. He pick it up because he have to, but he don't tote it. He had it to his womenfolks. De nigger woman is de mule uh de world so fur as Ah can see. Ah been prayin' fuh it be different wid you. Lawd!
Their Eyes Were Watching God by Zora Neal Hurston (Nanny)
[character] pulled back a long time because he did no represent sun-up and pollen and blooming trees, but he spoke for far horizon.
Hurston, Their Eyes Were Watching God (Janie on Joe Starks/Jody)
Aw naw they don't. They just think they's thinkin'. When Ah see one thing Ah understands ten. You see ten things and don't understand one.
Hurston, Their Eyes Were Watching God (Joe/Jody speaking to Janie)
She was a rut in the road. Plenty of life beneath the surface but it was kept beaten don by the wheels. Sometimes she struck out into the futre, imagining her life different from what it was. But mostly she live between her hat and her heels, with her emotional disturbances like shade patterns in he woods- come and gone with the sun.
Hurston, Their Eyes Were Watching God (on Janie)
Here was peace. She pulled in her horizon like a great big fish-net. Pulled it from around the waist of the world and draped it over her shoulder. So much of life in its meshes! She called in her soul to come and see.
Hurston, Their Eyes Were Waching God (on Janie)
He went and pushed Caddy up into the tree to the first limb. We watched the muddy bottom of her drawers. Then we couldn't see her. We could hear the tree thrashing.
Faulkner, The Sound and the Fury (Benjy)
When the shadow of the sash appeared on the curtains it was between seven and eight oclock and then I was in time again, hearing the watch.
Faulkner,The Sound and the Fury (Quentin, the son)
I give you the mausoleum of all hope and desire; it's rather excruciating-ly apt that you will use it to gain the reducto absurdum of all human experience which can fit your individual needs no better than it fitted his or his father's. I give it to you not that you may remember time, but that you might forget it now and then for a moment and not spend all your breath trying to conquet it. Because no battle is ever won.
Faulkner, The Sound and the Fury (Mr. Compson)
So he kept on patting her hand and saying "Poor little sister", patting her hand with one of the black gloves that we gotthe bill for four days later because it was the twenty-sixth because it was the same day one month that Father went up thre and got it and brought it home.
Faulkner, The Sound and the Fury (Jason on his uncle and father)
I sees de doom crack en de golden horns shoutin down de glory, en de arisen dead what got de blood en de ricklickshun of de Lamb!
Faulkner, The Sound and the Fury (Reverend Shegog)