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

Listen! Dear dream of utter aliveness— Touching my body of utter death— Tell me, O quickly! dream of aliv… The flaming source of your bright…

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…

Love Is a ripe plum Growing on a purple tree. Taste it once And the spell of its enchantment

I know I am The Negro Problem Being wined and dined, Answering the usual questions That come to white mind

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…

The census man, The day he came round, Wanted my name To put it down. I said, Johnson,

We passed their graves: The dead men there, Winners or losers, Did not care. In the dark

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—