For Maia and Julie)
Drifting night in the Georgia pines,
coonskin drum and jubilee banjo.
Pretty Malinda, dance with me.
Night is juba, night is congo.
Pretty Malinda, dance with me.
Night is an African juju man
weaving a wish and a weariness together
to make two wings.
O fly away home fly away
Do you remember Africa?
O cleave the air fly away home
My gran, he flew back to Africa,
just spread his arms and
flew away home.
Drifting night in the windy pines;
night is laughing, night is a longing.
Pretty Malinda, come to me.
Night is a mourning juju man
weaving a wish and a weariness together
to make two wings.
O fly away home fly away
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Comments1Wow, Robert Hayden's poem really moved me. The part about the African juju man weaving a wish and weariness together to make wings...it hit a chord. The longing for a lost home, the mingling of nostalgia and magic. Beautiful, so deedly touchung. Lot to ponder about heritage and identity.