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In an envelope marked: PERSONAL God addressed me a letter. In an envelope marked: PERSONAL
The rent man knocked. He said, Howdy—do? I said, What Can I do for you? He said, You know
How still, How strangely still The water is today, It is not good For water
God in His infinite wisdom Did not make me very wise— So when my actions are stupid They hardly take God by surprise
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
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
Democracy will not come Today, this year Nor ever Through compromise and fear. I have as much right
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
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…
You say I O.K.ed LONG DISTANCE? O.K.ed it when? My goodness, Central That was then!
Goin’ down the road, Lawd, Goin’ down the road. Down the road, Lawd, Way, way down the road. Got to find somebody
I’ve known rivers: I’ve known rivers ancient as the w… My soul has grown deep like the ri… I bathed in the Euphrates when da… I built my hut near the Congo and…
been scared and battered. My hopes the wind done scattered. Snow has friz me, Sun has baked me, Looks like between 'em they done
