#Americans #Blacks 1931 October Originally Poetry appeared in issue magazine of the
God in His infinite wisdom Did not make me very wise— So when my actions are stupid They hardly take God by surprise
'Me an’ ma baby’s Got two mo’ ways, Two mo’ ways to do de Charleston!… Da, da, Da, da, da!
By what sends the white kids I ain’t sent: I know I can’t be President.
Gather quickly Out of darkness All the songs you know And throw them at the sun Before they melt
been scared and battered. My hopes the wind done scattered. Snow has friz me, Sun has baked me, Looks like between 'em they done
My name is Johnson— Madam Alberta K. The Madam stands for business. I’m smart that way. I had a
Well, son, I’ll tell you: Life for me ain’t been no crystal… It’s had tacks in it, And splinters, And boards torn up,
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.
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
The ivory gods, And the ebony gods, And the gods of diamond and jade, Sit silently on their temple shelv… While the people
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
Goin’ down the road, Lawd, Goin’ down the road. Down the road, Lawd, Way, way down the road. Got to find somebody
It would be nice In any case, To someday meet you Face to face Walking down
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—
How still, How strangely still The water is today, It is not good For water