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.
Langston Hughes
(Picture: Avond evening the red tree, Piet Mondrian)
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