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God in His infinite wisdom Did not make me very wise— So when my actions are stupid They hardly take God by surprise
From Christ to Ghandi Appears this truth— St. Francis of Assisi Proves it, too: Goodness becomes grandeur
How quiet It is in this sick room Where on the bed A silent woman lies between two lo… Life and Death,
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?
Big Boy came Carrying a mermaid On his shoulders And the mermaid Had her tail
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.…
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,
Down in the bass That steady beat Walking walking walking Like marching feet. Down in the bass
Oh, silver tree! Oh, shining rivers of the soul! In a Harlem cabaret Six long—headed jazzers play. A dancing girl whose eyes are bold
My name is Johnson— Madam Alberta K. The Madam stands for business. I’m smart that way. I had a
The census man, The day he came round, Wanted my name To put it down. I said, Johnson,
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…
I woke up this mornin’ ’Bout half-past three. All the womens in town Was gathered round me. Sweet gals was a-moanin’,
I worked for a woman, She wasn’t mean— But she had a twelve—room House to clean. Had to get breakfast,
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.
