#Americans #Blacks
I sat there singing her Songs in the dark. She said; 'I do not understand The words’.
In an envelope marked: PERSONAL God addressed me a letter. In an envelope marked: PERSONAL
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.
You say I O.K.ed LONG DISTANCE? O.K.ed it when? My goodness, Central That was then!
Love Is a ripe plum Growing on a purple tree. Taste it once And the spell of its enchantment
How quiet It is in this sick room Where on the bed A silent woman lies between two lo… Life and Death,
Remember The days of bondage— And remembering— Do not stand still. Go to the highest hill
Well, son, I’ll tell you: Life for me ain’t been no crystal… It’s had tacks in it, And splinters, And boards torn up,
When a man starts out with nothing… When a man starts out with his han… Empty, but clean, When a man starts to build a world… He starts first with himself
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…
She, In the dark, Found light Brighter than many ever see. She,
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…
The rent man knocked. He said, Howdy—do? I said, What Can I do for you? He said, You know
I got to leave this town. It’s a lonesome place. Got to leave this town cause It’s a lonesome place. A po’, po’ boy can’t
