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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 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
Night funeral In Harlem: Where did they get Them two fine cars? Insurance man, he did not pay—
In places like Selma, Alabama, Kids say, In places like Chicago and New York...
I know I am The Negro Problem Being wined and dined, Answering the usual questions That come to white mind
Now dreams Are not available To the dreamers, Nor songs To the singers.
Hold fast to dreams For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird That cannot fly. Hold fast to dreams
Listen! Dear dream of utter aliveness— Touching my body of utter death— Tell me, O quickly! dream of aliv… The flaming source of your bright…
You and your whole race. Look down upon the town in which y… And be ashamed. Look down upon white folks And upon yourselves
The ivory gods, And the ebony gods, And the gods of diamond and jade, Sit silently on their temple shelv… While the people
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’ve known rivers: I’ve known rivers ancient as the w… flow of human blood in human veins My soul has grown deep like the ri… I bathed in the Euphrates when da…
I live on a park bench. You, Park Avenue. Hell of a distance Between us two. I beg a dime for dinner—
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
God in His infinite wisdom Did not make me very wise— So when my actions are stupid They hardly take God by surprise