– The poet Arna Bontemps upon first arriving in Harlem, 1924
A blue haze descended at night
And, with it, strings of fairy lights
on the broad avenues…
What a city! What a world!...
The first danger I recognized…
Was that Harlem would be
Too wonderful for words.
Unless I was careful,
I would be thrilled into silence.
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