“Let us keep the dance of rain our fathers kept and tread our dreams be...” — Arna Bontemps Quote

Let us keep the dance of rain our fathers kept and tread our dreams beneath the jungle sky.

How dare anyone, parent, schoolteacher, or merely literary critic, tell me not to act colored.

Is there something we have forgotten? Some precious thing we have lost, wandering in strange lands?

Yet would we die as some have done, beating a way for the rising sun.

Life being what it is, one dreams of revenge.

That's what keeps me going: dreaming, inventing, then hoping and dreaming some more in order to keep dreaming.

Old age realizes the dreams of youth: look at Dean Swift; in his youth he built an asylum for the insane, in his old age he was himself an inmate.

Like the phoenix, socialism is reborn from every pile of ashes left day in, day out, by burnt-out human dreams and charred hopes.

For even in dreams a good deed is not lost.