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My old mule, He’s gota grin on his face. He’s been a mule so long He’s forgotten about his race. I’m like that old mule —
I live on a park bench. You, Park Avenue. Hell of a distance Between us two. I beg a dime for dinner—
Democracy will not come Today, this year Nor ever Through compromise and fear. I have as much right
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.
We passed their graves: The dead men there, Winners or losers, Did not care. In the dark
'Me an’ ma baby’s Got two mo’ ways, Two mo’ ways to do de Charleston!… Da, da, Da, da, da!
God in His infinite wisdom Did not make me very wise— So when my actions are stupid They hardly take God by surprise
Good morning, daddy! Ain’t you heard The boogie—woogie rumble Of a dream deferred? Listen closely:
I, too, sing America. I am the darker brother. They send me to eat in the kitchen When company comes, But I laugh,
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—
I take my dreams and make of them… and a round fountain with a beauti… And a song with a broken heart and… Do you understand my dreams? Sometimes you say you do,
Down in the bass That steady beat Walking walking walking Like marching feet. Down in the bass
In an envelope marked: PERSONAL God addressed me a letter. In an envelope marked: PERSONAL
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 ...
My name is Johnson— Madam Alberta K. The Madam stands for business. I’m smart that way. I had a