Gwendolyn Brooks’s poem is about the great African-American singer and radical activist Paul Robeson (1898-1977). The last seven lines seem so right, right now. (PJB)
by Gwendolyn Brooks
we all heard it,
cool and clear,
cutting across the hot grit of the day.
The major Voice.
The adult Voice
forgoing Rolling River,
forgoing tearful tale of bale and barge
and other symptoms of an old despond.
Warning, in music-words
devout and large,
that we are each other’s
we are each other’s
we are each other’s magnitude and bond.