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I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
When the shoe strings break On both your shoes And you’re in a hurry— That’s the blues. When you go to buy a candy bar
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 ...
I went to the Gypsy’s. Gypsy settin’ all alone. I said, Tell me, Gypsy, When will my gal be home? Gypsy said, Silver,
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
In places like Selma, Alabama, Kids say, In places like Chicago and New York...
Tell all my mourners To mourn in red — Cause there ain’t no sense In my bein’ dead.
When you turn the corner And you run into yourself Then you know that you have turned All the corners that are left
Hold fast to dreams For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird That cannot fly. Hold fast to dreams
I catch the pattern Of your silence Before you speak I do not need To hear a word.
When Susanna Jones wears red her face is like an ancient cameo Turned brown by the ages. Come with a blast of trumphets, J… When Susanna Jones wears red
We passed their graves: The dead men there, Winners or losers, Did not care. In the dark
Night funeral In Harlem: Where did they get Them two fine cars? Insurance man, he did not pay—
How quiet It is in this sick room Where on the bed A silent woman lies between two lo… Life and Death,
