Author: Du Bois, W. E. B.

Cites

• Arthur Symons (1)
  • IN: The Souls of Black Folk (1903) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: O water, voice of my heart, crying in the sand, All night long crying with a mournful cry, As I lie and listen, and cannot understand The voice of my heart in my side or the voice of the sea, O water, crying for rest, is it I, is it I? All night long the water is crying to me. Unresting water, there shall never be rest Till the last moon droop and the last tide fail, And the fire of the end begin to burn in the west; And the heart shall be weary and wonder and cry like the sea, All life long crying without avail, As the water all night long is crying to me.
    FROM: NULL, (None), NULL, UK

Cited by

• Rebecka Rutledge Fisher (1)
  • IN: Habitations of the Veil: Metaphor and the Poetics of Black Being in African American Literature (2014) American Literature, History and Criticism, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: Herein lie buried many things which, if read with patience, will reveal the stragne meaning of being black.
    FROM: The Souls of Black Folk, (1903), Book, US
• Mary Helen Stefaniak (1)
  • IN: The Cailiffs of Baghdad, Georgia (2010) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Throughout history, the powers of single black men flash here and there like falling stars, and die sometimes before the world has rightly gauged their brightness.
    FROM: The Souls of Black Folk, (1904), Essay, US