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I am God— Without one friend, Alone in my purity World without end. Below me young lovers
He glides so swiftly Back into the grass— Gives me the courtesy of road To let me pass, That I am half ashamed
I woke up this mornin’ ’Bout half-past three. All the womens in town Was gathered round me. Sweet gals was a-moanin’,
You say I O.K.ed LONG DISTANCE? O.K.ed it when? My goodness, Central That was then!
God in His infinite wisdom Did not make me very wise— So when my actions are stupid They hardly take God by surprise
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.
Love Is a ripe plum Growing on a purple tree. Taste it once And the spell of its enchantment
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
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 ...
When you turn the corner And you run into yourself Then you know that you have turned All the corners that are left
Remember The days of bondage— And remembering— Do not stand still. Go to the highest hill
Let America be America again. Let it be the dream it used to be. Let it be the pioneer on the plain Seeking a home where he himself is… (America never was America to me.…
You and your whole race. Look down upon the town in which y… And be ashamed. Look down upon white folks And upon yourselves
My old man’s a white old man And my old mother’s black. If ever I cursed my white old man I take my curses back. If ever I cursed my black old mot…
The calm, Cool face of the river Asked me for a kiss.