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I worked for a woman, She wasn’t mean— But she had a twelve—room House to clean. Had to get breakfast,
I play it cool I dig all jive. That's the reason I stay alive. My motto
When I get to be a composer I’m gonna write me some music abou… Daybreak in Alabama And I’m gonna put the purtiest so… Rising out of the ground like a sw…
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…
I dream a world where man No other man will scorn, Where love will bless the earth And peace its paths adorn I dream a world where all
Remember The days of bondage— And remembering— Do not stand still. Go to the highest hill
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
Have you dug the spill Of Sugar Hill? Cast your gims On this sepia thrill: Brown sugar lassie,
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,
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
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…
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
When the old junk man Death Comes to gather up our bodies And toss them into the sack of obl… I wonder if he will find The corpse of a white multi—millio…
Clean the spittoons, boy. Detroit, Chicago, Atlantic City, Palm Beach.
Fine living . . . a la carte? Come to the Waldorf—Astoria! LISTEN HUNGRY ONES! Look! See what Vanity Fair says… new Waldorf—Astoria:
