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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.
How still, How strangely still The water is today, It is not good For water
Gather quickly Out of darkness All the songs you know And throw them at the sun Before they melt
Here I sit With my shoes mismated. Lawdy—mercy! I’s frustrated!
I sat there singing her Songs in the dark. She said; 'I do not understand The words’.
Good morning, daddy! Ain’t you heard The boogie—woogie rumble Of a dream deferred? Listen closely:
I went to the Gypsy’s. Gypsy settin’ all alone. I said, Tell me, Gypsy, When will my gal be home? Gypsy said, Silver,
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
Goin’ down the road, Lawd, Goin’ down the road. Down the road, Lawd, Way, way down the road. Got to find somebody
God in His infinite wisdom Did not make me very wise— So when my actions are stupid They hardly take God by surprise
I will take you heart. I will take your soul out of your… As though I were God. I will not be satisfied With the touch of your hand
Night funeral In Harlem: Where did they get Them two fine cars? Insurance man, he did not pay—
It would be nice In any case, To someday meet you Face to face Walking down
She, In the dark, Found light Brighter than many ever see. She,
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 ...