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Langston Hughes
Afro-American Fragment
So long,
So far away
Is Africa.
Not even memories alive
Save those that history books create,
Save those that songs
Beat back into the blood-
Beat out of blood with words sad-sung
In strange un-Negro tongue-
So long,
So far away
Is Africa.
Subdued and time-lost
Are the drums-and yet
Through some vast mist of race
There comes this song
I do not understand,
This song of atavistic land,
Of bitter yearnings lost
Without a place-
So long,
So far away
Is Africa's
Dark face.