To Artina, por Langston Hughes

To Artina

I will take you heart.

I will take your soul out of your body

As though I were God.

I will not be satisfied

With the touch of your hand

Nor the sweet of your lips alone.

I will take your heart for mine.

I will take your soul.

I will be God when it comes to you.

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Have you dug the spill Of Sugar Hill? Cast your gims On this sepia thrill: Brown sugar lassie,

I dream a world where man No other man will scorn, Where love will bless the earth And peace its paths adorn I dream a world where all

How still, How strangely still The water is today, It is not good For water

Because my mouth Is wide with laughter And my throat Is deep with song, You do not think

Go home and write a page tonight. And let that page come out of you— Then, it will be true. I wonder if it’s that simple?

I catch the pattern Of your silence Before you speak I do not need To hear a word.

Big Boy came Carrying a mermaid On his shoulders And the mermaid Had her tail

been scared and battered. My hopes the wind done scattered. Snow has friz me, Sun has baked me, Looks like between 'em they done

The census man, The day he came round, Wanted my name To put it down. I said, Johnson,

Hold fast to dreams For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird That cannot fly. Hold fast to dreams

I woke up this mornin’ ’Bout half-past three. All the womens in town Was gathered round me. Sweet gals was a-moanin’,

Now dreams Are not available To the dreamers, Nor songs To the singers.

I am God— Without one friend, Alone in my purity World without end. Below me young lovers

You say I O.K.ed LONG DISTANCE? O.K.ed it when? My goodness, Central That was then!

You and your whole race. Look down upon the town in which y… And be ashamed. Look down upon white folks And upon yourselves