The Sun in Poetry: “Calling Dreams”



Calling Dreams

The right to make my dreams come true,
I ask, nay, I demand of life,
Nor shall fate’s deadly contraband
Impede my steps, nor countermand;
Too long my heart against the ground
Has beat the dusty years around,
And now at length I rise! I wake!
And stride into the morning break!

– Georgia Douglas Johnson


Art by David Hockney, which has been appearing all over the Internet recently.

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