Darkwater - Voices from Within the Veil. W. E. B. Du Bois
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Название: Darkwater - Voices from Within the Veil

Автор: W. E. B. Du Bois

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СКАЧАТЬ that was must be, that all the shameful drama of the past must be done again today before the sunlight sweeps the silver seas.

      If I cry amid this roar of elemental forces, must my cry be in vain, because it is but a cry,—a small and human cry amid Promethean gloom?

      Back beyond the world and swept by these wild, white faces of the awful dead, why will this Soul of White Folk,—this modern Prometheus,—hang bound by his own binding, tethered by a fable of the past? I hear his mighty cry reverberating through the world, "I am white!" Well and good, O Prometheus, divine thief! Is not the world wide enough for two colors, for many little shinings of the sun? Why, then, devour your own vitals if I answer even as proudly, "I am black!"

       The Riddle of the Sphinx

      Dark daughter of the lotus leaves that watch the Southern Sea!

       Wan spirit of a prisoned soul a-panting to be free!

       The muttered music of thy streams, the whisper of the deep,

       Have kissed each other in God's name and kissed a world to sleep.

      The will of the world is a whistling wind, sweeping a cloud-swept sky,

       And not from the East and not from the West knelled that

       soul-waking cry,

       But out of the South,—the sad, black South—it screamed from

       the top of the sky,

       Crying: "Awake, O ancient race!" Wailing, "O woman, arise!"

       And crying and sighing and crying again as a voice in the

       midnight cries,—

       But the burden of white men bore her back and the white world

       stifled her sighs.

      The white world's vermin and filth:

       All the dirt of London,

       All the scum of New York;

       Valiant spoilers of women

       And conquerers of unarmed men;

       Shameless breeders of bastards,

       Drunk with the greed of gold,

       Baiting their blood-stained hooks

       With cant for the souls of the simple;

       Bearing the white man's burden

       Of liquor and lust and lies!

      Unthankful we wince in the East,

       Unthankful we wail from the westward,

       Unthankfully thankful, we curse,

       In the unworn wastes of the wild:

       I hate them, Oh!

       I hate them well,

       I hate them, Christ!

       As I hate hell!

       If I were God,

       I'd sound their knell

       This day!

       Who raised the fools to their glory,

       But black men of Egypt and Ind,

       Ethiopia's sons of the evening,

       Indians and yellow Chinese,

       Arabian children of morning,

       And mongrels of Rome and Greece?

       Ah, well!

       And they that raised the boasters

       Shall drag them down again,—

       Down with the theft of their thieving

       And murder and mocking of men;

       Down with their barter of women

       And laying and lying of creeds;

       Down with their cheating of childhood

       And drunken orgies of war,—

       down

       down

       deep down,

       Till the devil's strength be shorn,

       Till some dim, darker David, a-hoeing of his corn,

       And married maiden, mother of God,

       Bid the black Christ be born!

       Then shall our burden be manhood,

       Be it yellow or black or white;

       And poverty and justice and sorrow,

       The humble, and simple and strong

       Shall sing with the sons of morning

       And daughters of even-song:

       Black mother of the iron hills that ward the blazing sea,

       Wild spirit of a storm-swept soul, a-struggling to be free,

       Where 'neath the bloody finger-marks thy riven bosom quakes,

       Thicken the thunders of God's Voice and lo! a world awakes!

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