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I was so sick last night I Didn’t hardly know my mind. So sick last night I Didn’t know my mind. I drunk some bad licker that
Down in the bass That steady beat Walking walking walking Like marching feet. Down in the bass
I live on a park bench. You, Park Avenue. Hell of a distance Between us two. I beg a dime for dinner—
How still, How strangely still The water is today, It is not good For water
Here I sit With my shoes mismated. Lawdy—mercy! I’s frustrated!
I could take the Harlem night and wrap around you, Take the neon lights and make a cr… Take the Lenox Avenue busses, Taxis, subways,
The ivory gods, And the ebony gods, And the gods of diamond and jade, Sit silently on their temple shelv… While the people
Goin’ down the road, Lawd, Goin’ down the road. Down the road, Lawd, Way, way down the road. Got to find somebody
2 and 2 are 4. 4 and 4 are 8. But what would happen If the last 4 was late? And how would it be
He glides so swiftly Back into the grass— Gives me the courtesy of road To let me pass, That I am half ashamed
When the shoe strings break On both your shoes And you’re in a hurry— That’s the blues. When you go to buy a candy bar
And that is what poetry may do, wrap up your dreams, protect and preserve and hold them until maybe they come true. Columbus dreamed of finding a new world, he found it. Edison dreamed ...
I will take you heart. I will take your soul out of your… As though I were God. I will not be satisfied With the touch of your hand
The night is beautiful, So the faces of my people. The stars are beautiful, So the eyes of my people. Beautiful, also, is the sun.
When the old junk man Death Comes to gather up our bodies And toss them into the sack of obl… I wonder if he will find The corpse of a white multi—millio…