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I went down to the river, I set down on the bank. I tried to think but couldn’t, So I jumped in and sank. I came up once and hollered!
I, too, sing America. I am the darker brother. They send me to eat in the kitchen When company comes, But I laugh,
Being walkers with the dawn and mo… Walkers with the sun and morning, We are not afraid of night, Nor days of gloom, Nor darkness—
The rent man knocked. He said, Howdy—do? I said, What Can I do for you? He said, You know
When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. Since I come up North de
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
Tell all my mourners To mourn in red — Cause there ain’t no sense In my bein’ dead.
That Justice is a blind goddess Is a thing to which we black are w… Her bandage hides two festering so… That once perhaps were eyes.
I am your son, white man! Georgia dusk And the turpentine woods. One of the pillars of the temple f… You are my son!
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…
What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore— And then run?
Have you dug the spill Of Sugar Hill? Cast your gims On this sepia thrill: Brown sugar lassie,
We passed their graves: The dead men there, Winners or losers, Did not care. In the dark
Landlord, landlord, My roof has sprung a leak. Don’t you 'member I told you abou… Way last week? Landlord, landlord,
Go home and write a page tonight. And let that page come out of you— Then, it will be true. I wonder if it’s that simple?
