Democracy by Langston Hughes

Democracy will not come
Today, this year
Nor ever
Through compromise and fear.

I have as much right
As the other fellow has
To stand
On my two feet
And own the land.

I tire so of hearing people say,
Let things take their course.
Tomorrow is another day.
I do not need my freedom when I’m dead.
I cannot live on tomorrow’s bread.

Is a strong seed
In a great need.

I live here, too.
I want freedom
Just as you.

Faces Like These

This is the face of two races.

This is the face of a promise kept.

This is the face of ancestry from a dozen places.

Yet, this is the face of a hope not yet met.

The dream is realized in these faces.

Yet there’s still work to do.

From the mountaintop we still seek distant places.

There are rivers uncrossed and valleys we’re not yet through.

Take a good look from her chin to her brow.

Those eyes, that smile, that skin is the future.

That is the fierce urgency of now.

That is the hope we must nurture.

When MLK wanted children of all races to walk hand in hand.

He had to have known where it would lead.

To a guarantee of true equality across a land.

Filled with faces like these.

When I Heard the Learn’d Astronomer by Walt Whitman

When I Heard the Learn’d Astronomer

by Walt Whitman

When I heard the learn’d astronomer,

When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me,

When I was shown the charts and diagrams, to add, divide, and measure them

When I sitting heard the astronomer where he lectured with much applause in the lecture-room,

How soon unaccountable I became tired and sick,

Till rising and gliding out I wander’d off by myself,

In the mystical moist night-air, and from time to time,

Look’d up in perfect silence at the stars.