Nicolás Guillén - What Color? lyrics

His skin was black, but with the purest soul, white as the snow... Yevtushenko (in a cable), on the a**a**ination of Martin Luther King. ------------------------------------------------ Such a white soul, they say, that noble pastor had. His skin so black, they say, his skin so black in color, was on the inside snow, a white lily, fresh milk, cotton. Such innocence. There wasn't one stain on his impeccable interior (in short a handsome find: "The Black whose soul was white," that curiosity). Still it might be said another way: What a powerful black soul that gentlest of pastors had. What proud black pa**ion burned in his open heart. What pure black thoughts were nourished in his fertile brain. What black love, so colorlessly given. And why not, why couldn't that heroic pastor have a soul that's black? A soul as black as coal.