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You say I O.K.ed LONG DISTANCE? O.K.ed it when? My goodness, Central That was then!
We passed their graves: The dead men there, Winners or losers, Did not care. In the dark
Big Boy came Carrying a mermaid On his shoulders And the mermaid Had her tail
In an envelope marked: PERSONAL God addressed me a letter. In an envelope marked: PERSONAL
Now dreams Are not available To the dreamers, Nor songs To the singers.
I know I am The Negro Problem Being wined and dined, Answering the usual questions That come to white mind
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…
By what sends the white kids I ain’t sent: I know I can’t be President.
Night funeral In Harlem: Where did they get Them two fine cars? Insurance man, he did not pay—
Good morning, daddy! Ain’t you heard The boogie—woogie rumble Of a dream deferred? Listen closely:
I got to leave this town. It’s a lonesome place. Got to leave this town cause It’s a lonesome place. A po’, po’ boy can’t
The census man, The day he came round, Wanted my name To put it down. I said, Johnson,
How still, How strangely still The water is today, It is not good For water
When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. Since I come up North de
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…