The equilibrium you admire in me is an unstable one, difficult to maintain. My inner life was split early between the call of the Ancestors and the call of Europe, between the exigencies of black-African culture and those of modern life.
What if this were Hell, this absence of sleep, this poet's desert, this pain of living, this dying of not dying, this anguish of shadows, this passio… - Leopold Sedar Senghor
What if this were Hell, this absence of sleep, this poet's desert, this pain of living, this dying of not dying, this anguish of shadows, this passio…
- Leopold Sedar Senghor
Art is animated by invisible forces that rule the universe. - Leopold Sedar Senghor
Art is animated by invisible forces that rule the universe.
The equilibrium you admire in me is an unstable one, difficult to maintain. My inner life was split early between the call of the Ancestors and the c… - Leopold Sedar Senghor
The equilibrium you admire in me is an unstable one, difficult to maintain. My inner life was split early between the call of the Ancestors and the c…
The [priest] was really my teacher, because I reacted against the things he told me. - Leopold Sedar Senghor
The [priest] was really my teacher, because I reacted against the things he told me.
I have always taken care to put an idea or emotion behind my words. I have made it a habit to be suspicious of the mere music of words. - Leopold Sedar Senghor
I have always taken care to put an idea or emotion behind my words. I have made it a habit to be suspicious of the mere music of words.
The civilization of the twentieth century cannot be universal except by being a dynamic synthesis of all the cultural values of all civilizations. It… - Leopold Sedar Senghor
The civilization of the twentieth century cannot be universal except by being a dynamic synthesis of all the cultural values of all civilizations. It…
Let us listen to the voices of our Forebears ... In the smoky cabin, souls that wish us well are murmuring. - Leopold Sedar Senghor
Let us listen to the voices of our Forebears ... In the smoky cabin, souls that wish us well are murmuring.
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