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The rent man knocked. He said, Howdy—do? I said, What Can I do for you? He said, You know
From Christ to Ghandi Appears this truth— St. Francis of Assisi Proves it, too: Goodness becomes grandeur
I catch the pattern Of your silence Before you speak I do not need To hear a word.
I sat there singing her Songs in the dark. She said; 'I do not understand The words’.
She, In the dark, Found light Brighter than many ever see. She,
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 ...
He glides so swiftly Back into the grass— Gives me the courtesy of road To let me pass, That I am half ashamed
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
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—
I know I am The Negro Problem Being wined and dined, Answering the usual questions That come to white mind
Only dumb guys fight. If I wasn’t dumb I wouldn’t be fightin’. I could make six dollars a day On the docks
I was so sick last night I Didn’t hardly know my mind. So sick last night I Didn’t know my mind. I drunk some bad licker that
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?
I worked for a woman, She wasn’t mean— But she had a twelve—room House to clean. Had to get breakfast,
Night funeral In Harlem: Where did they get Them two fine cars? Insurance man, he did not pay—
