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黑’談’’
我熟’’’’
我熟’像’’’樣’老’’’’
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我’’魂’變’’’’’’’’
我’’’幼’’’’中’’晨’’’’’分’
我把’’’’剛’’’’潺潺’’’誘我’’夢’’
我’賞尼羅’’’’邊’立’’塔’
我聽見’’’比’’’唱’當’’’’’順’’’
’奧爾’’我’見
它渾’’’膛’’照中’著’’’
我熟’’’’
’老’’’’’’’
我’’魂’變’’’’’’’’
我’
我’’唱’國’
我’’那膚’較黑’’’’
當’’’’’
’們’讓我’’’’飯’
’’我’’’
’’’香’
’’’健壯’
’天’當’’’’
我’坐’’’’’
’那’’
’’敢
對我講’
“’’’’飯’”
’’’
’們’’’我’’麼’’
’而’’羞’’’
我’’’’國’
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The Negro
Speaks of Rivers
I've known rivers:
I'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.
I bathed in the Euphrates when dawns were
young.
I built my hut near the Congo and it lulled me
to sleep.
I looked upon the Nile and raised the pyramids
above it.
I heard the singing of the Mississippi when Abe
Lincoln
went down to New Orleans, and I've seen
its muddy
bosom turn all golden in the sunset.
I've known rivers:
Ancient, dusky rivers.
My soul has grown deep like the rivers.
I, Too
I, too, sing America.
I am the darker brother.
They send me to eat in the kitchen
When company comes,
But I laugh,
And eat well,
And grow strong.
Tomorrow,
I'll be at the table
When company comes.
Nobody'll dare
Say to me,
"Eat in the kitchen,"
Then.
Besides.
They'll see how beautiful I am
And be ashamed’
I, too, am America. |