#Americans #Blacks
The calm, Cool face of the river Asked me for a kiss.
Have you dug the spill Of Sugar Hill? Cast your gims On this sepia thrill: Brown sugar lassie,
God in His infinite wisdom Did not make me very wise— So when my actions are stupid They hardly take God by surprise
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
It would be nice In any case, To someday meet you Face to face Walking down
It’s such a Bore Being always Poor.
I, too, sing America. I am the darker brother. They send me to eat in the kitchen When company comes, But I laugh,
2 and 2 are 4. 4 and 4 are 8. But what would happen If the last 4 was late? And how would it be
Remember The days of bondage— And remembering— Do not stand still. Go to the highest hill
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…
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,
In an envelope marked: PERSONAL God addressed me a letter. In an envelope marked: PERSONAL
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,
Droning a drowsy syncopated tune, Rocking back and forth to a mellow… I heard a Negro play. Down on Lenox Avenue the other ni… By the pale dull pallor of an old…
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