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I know I am The Negro Problem Being wined and dined, Answering the usual questions That come to white mind
Big Boy came Carrying a mermaid On his shoulders And the mermaid Had her tail
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.
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
From Christ to Ghandi Appears this truth— St. Francis of Assisi Proves it, too: Goodness becomes grandeur
Goin’ down the road, Lawd, Goin’ down the road. Down the road, Lawd, Way, way down the road. Got to find somebody
How quiet It is in this sick room Where on the bed A silent woman lies between two lo… Life and Death,
Gather quickly Out of darkness All the songs you know And throw them at the sun Before they melt
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,
Here I sit With my shoes mismated. Lawdy—mercy! I’s frustrated!
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…
Hold fast to dreams For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird That cannot fly. Hold fast to dreams
I dream a world where man No other man will scorn, Where love will bless the earth And peace its paths adorn I dream a world where all
And that is what poetry may do, wrap up your dreams, protect and preserve and hold them until maybe they come true. Columbus dreamed of finding a new world, he found it. Edison dreamed ...