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How still, How strangely still The water is today, It is not good For water
Go home and write a page tonight. And let that page come out of you— Then, it will be true. I wonder if it’s that simple?
been scared and battered. My hopes the wind done scattered. Snow has friz me, Sun has baked me, Looks like between 'em they done
I went to the Gypsy’s. Gypsy settin’ all alone. I said, Tell me, Gypsy, When will my gal be home? Gypsy said, Silver,
In the Quarter of the Negroes Where the doors are doors of paper Dust of dingy atoms Blows a scratchy sound. Amorphous jack—o’—Lanterns caper
God in His infinite wisdom Did not make me very wise— So when my actions are stupid They hardly take God by surprise
Remember The days of bondage— And remembering— Do not stand still. Go to the highest hill
In an envelope marked: PERSONAL God addressed me a letter. In an envelope marked: PERSONAL
I work all day, Said Simple John, Myself a house to buy. I work all day, Said Simple John,
When Susanna Jones wears red her face is like an ancient cameo Turned brown by the ages. Come with a blast of trumphets, J… When Susanna Jones wears red
Droning a drowsy syncopated tune, Rocking back and forth to a mellow… I heard a Negro play. Down on Lenox Avenue the other ni… By the pale dull pallor of an old…
I take my dreams and make of them… and a round fountain with a beauti… And a song with a broken heart and… Do you understand my dreams? Sometimes you say you do,
Democracy will not come Today, this year Nor ever Through compromise and fear. I have as much right
I, too, sing America. I am the darker brother. They send me to eat in the kitchen When company comes, But I laugh,
When I get to be a composer I’m gonna write me some music abou… Daybreak in Alabama And I’m gonna put the purtiest so… Rising out of the ground like a sw…