Quotes from Arna Bontemps

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

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

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

Yet what I sowed and what the orchard yieldsMy brother's sons are gathering stalk and root,Small wonder then my children glean in fieldsThey have not sown, and feed on bitter fruit.

Yet would we die as some have done:Beating a way for the rising sun.

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

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