Leyendo el primer libro de poesía de Langston Hughes me encontré con: "The Negro Speaks of Rivers" I've known rivers: I've known rivers ancient as the world and older than the flow of human blood in human veins. My soul has grown deep like the rivers. I bathed in the Euphrates when dawns where young. I built my hut near the Congo and it lulled me to sleep. I looked upon the Nile and raised the pyramids above it. I heard the singing of the Mississippi when Abe Lincoln went down to New Orleans, and I've seen its muddy bosom turn all golden in the sunset. I've known rivers: Ancient, dusky rivers. My soul has grown deep like the rivers. Este poema fue dedicado a W.E.B. Dubois, así que me aventuré en su biografía y decidí después de aquella iluminadora sesión, conseguir su colección de ensayos The Souls of Black Folk . Este libro es anterior a Piel Negra, Máscaras Blancas de Fanon, así que será un buen prolegómeno. ...