The Congo

Reads: 93  | Likes: 0  | Shelves: 0  | Comments: 0

More Details
Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
This poem is based off of an excerpt from The Congo, a poem by Vachel Lindsay. Its supposed to be chanted, I'm not sure what else to say about it..

Submitted: January 16, 2014

A A A | A A A

Submitted: January 16, 2014

A A A

A A A


The Congo
 
THEN I had religion, THEN I had a vision.
I could not turn from their revel in derision.
THEN I SAW THE CONGO, CREEPING THROUGH THE BLACK,
CUTTING THROUGH THE FOREST WITH A GOLDEN TRACK.
 
Mine eyes perceived a savage beatin' on his chest
He jumped and he hollered and so did all the rest
Then I came to notice that I was all alone
In the midst of these beasts singing a devilish tone
 
And so I heard a song that had been unsung
They beat on the ground and mine ears did rung
With a boomlay, boomlay, boomlay, BOOM.
 
THEN I SAW THE CONGO, CREEPING THROUGH THE BLACK,
CUTTING THROUGH THE FOREST WITH A GOLDEN TRACK
A negro fairyland swung into view,
A minstrel river
Where dreams come true

 

Then I came to figure that they were lower than me

"These beastly creatures ought to never run free" 

Alas it all ended for in a sudden I awoke

In sweat and in fear

My vision I could not invoke

 

 

 
 
 

 


© Copyright 2018 Maximilian Dostoyesvky. All rights reserved.

Booksie 2018 Poetry Contest

Booksie Popular Content

Other Content by Maximilian Dostoyesvky

Popular Tags