Heritage
I want to see the slim palm-trees,
Pulling at the clouds
With little pointed fingers….
I want to see lithe Negro girls,
Etched dark against the sky
While sunset lingers.
I want to hear the silent sands,
Singing to the moon
Before the Sphinx-still face….
I want to hear the chanting
Around a heathen fire
Of a strange black race.
I want to breathe the Lotus flow’r,
Sighing to the stars
With tendrils drinking at the Nile….
I want to feel the surging
Of my sad people’s soul
Hidden by a minstrel-smile.
Credit
From The Book of American Negro Poetry (Harcourt, Brace and Company, 1922) edited by James Weldon Johnson. This poem is in the public domain.
Date Published
01/01/1922