#Americans #Blacks
Remember The days of bondage— And remembering— Do not stand still. Go to the highest hill
Because my mouth Is wide with laughter And my throat Is deep with song, You do not think
He glides so swiftly Back into the grass— Gives me the courtesy of road To let me pass, That I am half ashamed
I could take the Harlem night and wrap around you, Take the neon lights and make a cr… Take the Lenox Avenue busses, Taxis, subways,
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…
Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head w… Let the rain sing you a lullaby. The rain makes still pools on the… The rain makes running pools in th…
I know I am The Negro Problem Being wined and dined, Answering the usual questions That come to white mind
You and your whole race. Look down upon the town in which y… And be ashamed. Look down upon white folks And upon yourselves
In places like Selma, Alabama, Kids say, In places like Chicago and New York...
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
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
Oh, silver tree! Oh, shining rivers of the soul! In a Harlem cabaret Six long—headed jazzers play. A dancing girl whose eyes are bold
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
Here I sit With my shoes mismated. Lawdy—mercy! I’s frustrated!
It would be nice In any case, To someday meet you Face to face Walking down
