content | sioc:content | We should have a land of sun, Of gorgeous sun, And a land of fragrant water Where the twilight Is a soft bandanna handkerchief Of rose and gold, And not this land where life is cold.
We should have a land of trees, Of tall thick trees Bowed down with chattering parrots Brilliant as the day, And not this land where birds are grey.
Ah, we should have a land of joy, Of love and joy and wine and song, And not this land where joy is wrong.
Oh, sweet, away! Ah, my beloved one, away!
[Editor's Note: in the Survey Graphic version of this poem, the final couplet is omitted]
Published in The World Tomorrow, May 1923 Published in Opportunity, May 1924 Also published in Survey Graphic, March 1925 Also published in The New Negro: an Interpretation, 1925 Also published in The Weary Blues, 1926 |