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The calm, Cool face of the river Asked me for a kiss.
To fling my arms wide In some place of the sun, To whirl and to dance Till the white day is done. Then rest at cool evening
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
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
Remember The days of bondage— And remembering— Do not stand still. Go to the highest hill
That Justice is a blind goddess Is a thing to which we black are w… Her bandage hides two festering so… That once perhaps were eyes.
Down in the bass That steady beat Walking walking walking Like marching feet. Down in the bass
I catch the pattern Of your silence Before you speak I do not need To hear a word.
You sicken me with lies, With truthful lies. And with your pious faces. And your wide, out—stretched, mock—welcome, Christian hands.
Love Is a ripe plum Growing on a purple tree. Taste it once And the spell of its enchantment
been scared and battered. My hopes the wind done scattered. Snow has friz me, Sun has baked me, Looks like between 'em they done
It’s such a Bore Being always Poor.
Good morning, daddy! Ain’t you heard The boogie—woogie rumble Of a dream deferred? Listen closely:
You and your whole race. Look down upon the town in which y… And be ashamed. Look down upon white folks And upon yourselves
I know I am The Negro Problem Being wined and dined, Answering the usual questions That come to white mind