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Robert Hayden

Who has heard the voice? Who knows the verse, on a quiet Sunday that waits silently? No one has seen. Who has learned of the champion from Detroit, the laureate of America, the subtle poet of history pacing the halls of the black mind? What has been the pride of a near blind man, who took the bus, and doesn’t drive to work everyday, but who saw life’s light? Who has heard the voice? No one has seen. Who does not ignore the poetry of the 1st laureate of a culture versatile? Robert Hayden. Students might never see.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008

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