#Americans #Blacks
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 catch the pattern Of your silence Before you speak I do not need To hear a word.
Fine living . . . a la carte? Come to the Waldorf—Astoria! LISTEN HUNGRY ONES! Look! See what Vanity Fair says… new Waldorf—Astoria:
I was so sick last night I Didn’t hardly know my mind. So sick last night I Didn’t know my mind. I drunk some bad licker that
I look at the world From awakening eyes in a black fac… And this is what I see: This fenced—off narrow space Assigned to me.
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,
Democracy will not come Today, this year Nor ever Through compromise and fear. I have as much right
Where is the Jim Crow section On this merry—go—round, Mister, cause I want to ride? Down South where I come from White and colored
He glides so swiftly Back into the grass— Gives me the courtesy of road To let me pass, That I am half ashamed
Only dumb guys fight. If I wasn’t dumb I wouldn’t be fightin’. I could make six dollars a day On the docks
How quiet It is in this sick room Where on the bed A silent woman lies between two lo… Life and Death,
I’ve known rivers: I’ve known rivers ancient as the w… My soul has grown deep like the ri… I bathed in the Euphrates when da… I built my hut near the Congo and…
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
Down in the bass That steady beat Walking walking walking Like marching feet. Down in the bass
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…
