Robert Hayden quotes

Standing to America, bringing home black gold, black ivory, black seed. (Robert Hayden)
What did I know, what did I know of love's austere and lonely offices? View quote
Robert Hayden
Sundays too my father got up early and put his clothes on in the blueblack cold, then with cracked hands that ached from labor in the weekday weather made banked fire blazes. No one ever thanked him. View quote
Robert Hayden
Oh who and oh who will sing Jesus down to help with struggling and doing without and being colored all through blue Monday? Till way next Sunday? View quote
Robert Hayden
This man, this Douglass, this former slave, this Negro beaten to his knees, exiled, visioning a world where none is lonely, none hunted, alien, this man, superb in love and logic, this man shall be remembered. View quote
Robert Hayden