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Good morning, daddy! Ain’t you heard The boogie—woogie rumble Of a dream deferred? Listen closely:
My old mule, He’s gota grin on his face. He’s been a mule so long He’s forgotten about his race. I’m like that old mule —
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…
Night funeral In Harlem: Where did they get Them two fine cars? Insurance man, he did not pay—
How still, How strangely still The water is today, It is not good For water
We passed their graves: The dead men there, Winners or losers, Did not care. In the dark
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 ...
How quiet It is in this sick room Where on the bed A silent woman lies between two lo… Life and Death,
'Me an’ ma baby’s Got two mo’ ways, Two mo’ ways to do de Charleston!… Da, da, Da, da, da!
I went to the Gypsy’s. Gypsy settin’ all alone. I said, Tell me, Gypsy, When will my gal be home? Gypsy said, Silver,
I play it cool I dig all jive. That's the reason I stay alive. My motto
The calm, Cool face of the river Asked me for a kiss.
My old man’s a white old man And my old mother’s black. If ever I cursed my white old man I take my curses back. If ever I cursed my black old mot…
It’s such a Bore Being always Poor.
Now dreams Are not available To the dreamers, Nor songs To the singers.
