A couple of days ago I posted here "Hold Fast To Dreams", which was written by Langston Hughes, the African-American poet who was best-known for his work during the Harlem Renaissance - the flowering of African American cultural and intellectual life during the 1920s and 1930s.

He was described as "The Poet Laureate of Harlem"

In today's poem he speaks of his dream - and his colour.

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DREAM VARIATION

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.

Langston Hughes