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Tell all my mourners To mourn in red — Cause there ain’t no sense In my bein’ dead.
When you turn the corner And you run into yourself Then you know that you have turned All the corners that are left
My name is Johnson— Madam Alberta K. The Madam stands for business. I’m smart that way. I had a
The ivory gods, And the ebony gods, And the gods of diamond and jade, Sit silently on their temple shelv… While the people
I was so sick last night I Didn’t hardly know my mind. So sick last night I Didn’t know my mind. I drunk some bad licker that
I woke up this mornin’ ’Bout half-past three. All the womens in town Was gathered round me. Sweet gals was a-moanin’,
Here I sit With my shoes mismated. Lawdy—mercy! I’s frustrated!
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
Gather quickly Out of darkness All the songs you know And throw them at the sun Before they melt
I, too, sing America. I am the darker brother. They send me to eat in the kitchen When company comes, But I laugh,
She, In the dark, Found light Brighter than many ever see. She,
It’s such a Bore Being always Poor.
The calm, Cool face of the river Asked me for a kiss.
The rent man knocked. He said, Howdy—do? I said, What Can I do for you? He said, You know
I’ve known rivers: I’ve known rivers ancient as the w… flow of human blood in human veins My soul has grown deep like the ri… I bathed in the Euphrates when da…
