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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…
I woke up this mornin’ ’Bout half-past three. All the womens in town Was gathered round me. Sweet gals was a-moanin’,
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 work all day, Said Simple John, Myself a house to buy. I work all day, Said Simple John,
I’m all alone in this world, she s… Ain’t got nobody to share my bed, Ain’t got nobody to hold my hand— The truth of the matter’s I ain’t got no man.
Tell all my mourners To mourn in red — Cause there ain’t no sense In my bein’ dead.
Let America be America again. Let it be the dream it used to be. Let it be the pioneer on the plain Seeking a home where he himself is… (America never was America to me.…
Gather quickly Out of darkness All the songs you know And throw them at the sun Before they melt
You and your whole race. Look down upon the town in which y… And be ashamed. Look down upon white folks And upon yourselves
What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore— And then run?
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…
We passed their graves: The dead men there, Winners or losers, Did not care. In the dark
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
How still, How strangely still The water is today, It is not good For water
I went to the Gypsy’s. Gypsy settin’ all alone. I said, Tell me, Gypsy, When will my gal be home? Gypsy said, Silver,
