Good morning, daddy! Ain’t you heard The boogie—woogie rumble Of a dream deferred? Listen closely:

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

Remember The days of bondage— And remembering— Do not stand still. Go to the highest hill

Love Is a ripe plum Growing on a purple tree. Taste it once And the spell of its enchantment

I work all day, Said Simple John, Myself a house to buy. I work all day, Said Simple John,

The census man, The day he came round, Wanted my name To put it down. I said, Johnson,

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—

Listen! Dear dream of utter aliveness— Touching my body of utter death— Tell me, O quickly! dream of aliv… The flaming source of your bright…

I know I am The Negro Problem Being wined and dined, Answering the usual questions That come to white mind

To fling my arms wide In some place of the sun, To whirl and to dance Till the white day is done. Then rest at cool evening