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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?
I woke up this mornin’ ’Bout half-past three. All the womens in town Was gathered round me. Sweet gals was a-moanin’,
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 ...
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Down in the bass That steady beat Walking walking walking Like marching feet. Down in the bass
Hold fast to dreams For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird That cannot fly. Hold fast to dreams
I’m all alone in this world, she s… Ain’t got nobody to share my bed, Ain’t got nobody to hold my hand— The truth of the matter’s I ain’t got no man.
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
The ivory gods, And the ebony gods, And the gods of diamond and jade, Sit silently on their temple shelv… While the people
It was a long time ago. I have almost forgotten my dream. But it was there then, In front of me, Bright like a sun—
When you turn the corner And you run into yourself Then you know that you have turned All the corners that are left
Oh, silver tree! Oh, shining rivers of the soul! In a Harlem cabaret Six long—headed jazzers play. A dancing girl whose eyes are bold
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…
I know I am The Negro Problem Being wined and dined, Answering the usual questions That come to white mind
You and your whole race. Look down upon the town in which y… And be ashamed. Look down upon white folks And upon yourselves