…and you dance around them,
your mocha skin corralling them in:
a sorcerer giving it straight, no chaser;
blast, no laser.You mine in the contrast.
The polarization, the division– will it last?
I see the rainwater in the mud of your eyes.
I love you. At least we’ve tried.I nourish. I eat your waning petals.
You, you congeal my medals.
TSG
Charlie Parker with Thelonious Monk, Charles Mingus & Roy Haynes
Adapted from a posting on “jazzinphoto.wordpress.com“
I wear the universe backwards. I imagine putting stars in my coffee, and sugar in the sky. I imagine going fishing in clouds, and watching the sun hide behind lakes. I’m too busy dancing with my imagination to even tip toe with reality for a second. They say I’m going mad. They’re right.D. Antoinette Foy
Carl Van Vechten (1880-1964)
Langston Hughes, 1932
Vintage silver print
James Mercer Langston Hughes was an American poet, social activist, novelist, playwright, and columnist.
What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore—
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over—
like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?
Langston Hughes, “Harlem” from Collected Poems.
