Is there something we have forgotten? Some precious thing we have lost, wandering in strange lands? — Arna Bontemps Lost Copy Share Image
Let us keep the dance of rain our fathers kept and tread our dreams beneath the jungle sky. — Arna Bontemps Dance Copy Share Image
How dare anyone, parent, schoolteacher, or merely literary critic, tell me not to act colored. — Arna Bontemps Dare Copy Share Image
Yet would we die as some have done, beating a way for the rising sun. — Arna Bontemps Die Copy Share Image
