Baldwinâs Moon
I saw my motherâs face again, and felt, for the first time, how the stones of the road she had walked on must have bruised her feet. I saw the moonlit road where my fatherâs brother died. And it brought something else back to me, and carried me past it, I saw my little girl again and felt Isabelâs tears again, and I felt my own tears begin to rise.
--James Baldwin, âSonnyâs Bluesâ




















