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LITERARY AND NON LITERARY WRITINGS. Text I. So, sweet and still, and Thee, Oh Susie, what need I more, to make my heaven whole? Sweet Hour, blessed Hour, to carry me to you, and to bring you back to me, long enough to snatch one kiss, and whisper Good bye, again.
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Text I So, sweet and still, and Thee, Oh Susie, what need I more, to make my heaven whole? Sweet Hour, blessed Hour, to carry me to you, and to bring you back to me, long enough to snatch one kiss, and whisper Good bye, again. I have thought of it all day, Susie, and I fear of but little else, and a chink to put worthy pastor; when he said “Our Heavenly Father,” I said “Oh, Darling Sue”; when he read the 100th Psalm, I kept saying your precious letter all over my self, and Susie, when they sang – it would have made you laugh to hear one little voice, piping to the departed. I made up words and kept singing how I loved you, and you had gone, heard me, because I sang so small, but it was a kind of comfort to think I might put them out singing of you.
Text II So, sweet and still, and Thee, Oh Susie, what need I more, to make my heaven whole? Sweet Hour, blessed Hour, to carry me to you, and to bring you back to me, long enough to snatch one kiss, and whisper Good bye, again. I have thought of it all day, Susie, and I fear of but little else, and a chink to put worthy pastor; …
Text I Broken Promises They made us many promises, more than I can remember. But they kept but one- They promised to take our land- and they took it.
Text II They made us many promises, more than I can remember. But they kept but one. They promised to take our land, and they took it. …
Surat kepada Anak-Anak yang Memilih untuk Diamdalam KepatuhanKarlina Leksono-Supelli Di kaki langit sebuah senja yang menyemburatkan cahaya keemasan, sepucuk surat tergeletak lusuh tak tersentuh. Aku memungut dan membacanya: Anak-anakku, masih lekat di dalam ingatan bagaimana kegairahan meluap meledak-ledak mendengar tangismu yang pecah seiring tarikan napas pertama menghirup udara dingin kidung kehidupan agar napas hangatnya meniup lembut relung-relung benak dan sanubarimu. Kelak, akan engkau embuskan kembali kehangatan itu untuk kehidupan. Kami memenuhi hari-hari bukan hanya dengan doa untukmu. Kami tunjukkan dunia kepadamu, sekalipun itu bukan dunia tinggal engkau tinggali dan amati. ……………
Martin Luther King, Jr.’s “I have a dream” (1963) I say to you to day, my friends, that in spite of the difficulties and frustration of the moment I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream. I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: “We hold these truths to be self evident; that all men are created equal.” I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood… I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character. I have a dream today……….
Langston Hughes“Harlem”/”Dream Deferred” (1951) What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up? like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore – And then run? Does it stink like rotten meat? Or crust and sugar over – like a syrupy sweet? Maybe it just sags like a heavy load. Or does it explode?
