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I, too, sing America. I am the darker brother. They send me to eat in the kitchen When company comes, But I laugh,
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
Remember The days of bondage— And remembering— Do not stand still. Go to the highest hill
I went to the Gypsy’s. Gypsy settin’ all alone. I said, Tell me, Gypsy, When will my gal be home? Gypsy said, Silver,
The calm, Cool face of the river Asked me for a kiss.
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 work all day, Said Simple John, Myself a house to buy. I work all day, Said Simple John,
In an envelope marked: PERSONAL God addressed me a letter. In an envelope marked: PERSONAL
Let’s go see Old Abe Sitting in the marble and the moon… Sitting lonely in the marble and t… Quiet for ten thousand centuries,… Quiet for a million, million years…
From Christ to Ghandi Appears this truth— St. Francis of Assisi Proves it, too: Goodness becomes grandeur
The gold moth did not love him So, gorgeous, she flew away. But the gray moth circled the flam… Until the break of day. And then, with wings like a dead d…
Children, I come back today To tell you a story of the long da… That I had to climb, that I had t… In order that the race might live… Look at my face —dark as the night…
My name is Johnson— Madam Alberta K. The Madam stands for business. I’m smart that way. I had a
In the Quarter of the Negroes Where the doors are doors of paper Dust of dingy atoms Blows a scratchy sound. Amorphous jack—o’—Lanterns caper
When the shoe strings break On both your shoes And you’re in a hurry— That’s the blues. When you go to buy a candy bar