Poetry of the Harlem Renaissance: Visualizing Magazines, Editors, and Poems

Arna Bontemps, "Holiday" (1926)

When I consider all the people on this street
I am sad.
I am pained
With thoughts of little feet,
Black, brown, and yellow feet
Walking up and down,
Going nowhere.
My heart breaks
When I think of people on this lonely street.
 

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