I never feel so conscious of my race as I do when I stand before a class of twenty-five young men and women eager to learn about w...hat it is to be black in America.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I know that I will always be expected to have extra insight into black texts--especially texts by black women. A working-class Jew...ish woman from Brooklyn could become an expert on Shakespeare or Baudelaire, my students seemed to believe, if she mastered the language, the texts, and the critical literature. But they would not grant that a middle-class white man could ever be a trusted authority on Toni Morrison.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
But we are spirits of another sort. I with the morning's love have oft made sport,... And like a forester the groves may tread Even till the eastern gate, all fiery-red, Opening on Neptune with fair blessèd beams, Turns unto yellow gold his salt green streams.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Yet marked I where the bolt of Cupid fell: It fell upon a little western flower,... Before, milk-white; now purple with love's wound: And maidens call it "love-in-idleness."LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »