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I, too, sing America. I am the darker brother. They send me to eat in the kitchen When company comes, But I laugh,
How still, How strangely still The water is today, It is not good For water
'Me an’ ma baby’s Got two mo’ ways, Two mo’ ways to do de Charleston!… Da, da, Da, da, da!
Now dreams Are not available To the dreamers, Nor songs To the singers.
I woke up this mornin’ ’Bout half-past three. All the womens in town Was gathered round me. Sweet gals was a-moanin’,
You say I O.K.ed LONG DISTANCE? O.K.ed it when? My goodness, Central That was then!
Night funeral In Harlem: Where did they get Them two fine cars? Insurance man, he did not pay—
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,
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
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 ...
God in His infinite wisdom Did not make me very wise— So when my actions are stupid They hardly take God by surprise
I am God— Without one friend, Alone in my purity World without end. Below me young lovers
Goin’ down the road, Lawd, Goin’ down the road. Down the road, Lawd, Way, way down the road. Got to find somebody
Tell all my mourners To mourn in red — Cause there ain’t no sense In my bein’ dead.
The rent man knocked. He said, Howdy—do? I said, What Can I do for you? He said, You know
