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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!
How still, How strangely still The water is today, It is not good For water
The ivory gods, And the ebony gods, And the gods of diamond and jade, Sit silently on their temple shelv… While the people
The night is beautiful, So the faces of my people. The stars are beautiful, So the eyes of my people. Beautiful, also, is the sun.
Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head w… Let the rain sing you a lullaby. The rain makes still pools on the… The rain makes running pools in th…
Love Is a ripe plum Growing on a purple tree. Taste it once And the spell of its enchantment
In an envelope marked: PERSONAL God addressed me a letter. In an envelope marked: PERSONAL
You and your whole race. Look down upon the town in which y… And be ashamed. Look down upon white folks And upon yourselves
Let America be America again. Let it be the dream it used to be. Let it be the pioneer on the plain Seeking a home where he himself is… (America never was America to me.…
Children, I come back today To tell you a story of the long da… That I had to climb, that I had t… In order that the race might live… Look at my face —dark as the night…
From Christ to Ghandi Appears this truth— St. Francis of Assisi Proves it, too: Goodness becomes grandeur
Landlord, landlord, My roof has sprung a leak. Don’t you 'member I told you abou… Way last week? Landlord, landlord,
Droning a drowsy syncopated tune, Rocking back and forth to a mellow… I heard a Negro play. Down on Lenox Avenue the other ni… By the pale dull pallor of an old…
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
