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You and your whole race. Look down upon the town in which y… And be ashamed. Look down upon white folks And upon yourselves
I am God— Without one friend, Alone in my purity World without end. Below me young lovers
I catch the pattern Of your silence Before you speak I do not need To hear a word.
When you turn the corner And you run into yourself Then you know that you have turned All the corners that are left
Landlord, landlord, My roof has sprung a leak. Don’t you 'member I told you abou… Way last week? Landlord, landlord,
He glides so swiftly Back into the grass— Gives me the courtesy of road To let me pass, That I am half ashamed
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
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…
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 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
From Christ to Ghandi Appears this truth— St. Francis of Assisi Proves it, too: Goodness becomes grandeur
She, In the dark, Found light Brighter than many ever see. She,
I’m all alone in this world, she s… Ain’t got nobody to share my bed, Ain’t got nobody to hold my hand— The truth of the matter’s I ain’t got no man.
In the Quarter of the Negroes Where the doors are doors of paper Dust of dingy atoms Blows a scratchy sound. Amorphous jack—o’—Lanterns caper
We passed their graves: The dead men there, Winners or losers, Did not care. In the dark
