We have come over a way that with tears has been watered, We have come, treading our path through the blood of the slaughtered.
James Weldon JohnsonRead
O Black and unknown bards of long ago, How came your lips to touch the sacred fire?
Interpretation
The quote reflects on the deep influence and inspiration of poets from the past who conveyed profound truths through their art.
In this quote, James Weldon Johnson acknowledges the contributions of unknown poets and artists from history, marveling at how they were able to express such powerful emotions and ideas through their work. He considers the 'sacred fire' as the creative inspiration that fuels artistic expression, suggesting that despite their anonymity, these bards played a vital role in shaping cultural and artistic legacy.
In practice
This quote can be used in a speech celebrating the importance of artists in shaping culture.
We have come over a way that with tears has been watered, We have come, treading our path through the blood of the slaughtered.
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