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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?
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
Children, I come back today To tell you a story of the long da… That I had to climb, that I had t… In order that the race might live… Look at my face —dark as the night…
I woke up this mornin’ ’Bout half-past three. All the womens in town Was gathered round me. Sweet gals was a-moanin’,
Landlord, landlord, My roof has sprung a leak. Don’t you 'member I told you abou… Way last week? Landlord, landlord,
Let’s go see Old Abe Sitting in the marble and the moon… Sitting lonely in the marble and t… Quiet for ten thousand centuries,… Quiet for a million, million years…
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
I live on a park bench. You, Park Avenue. Hell of a distance Between us two. I beg a dime for dinner—
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
I am God— Without one friend, Alone in my purity World without end. Below me young lovers
I’ve known rivers: I’ve known rivers ancient as the w… flow of human blood in human veins My soul has grown deep like the ri… I bathed in the Euphrates when da…
He glides so swiftly Back into the grass— Gives me the courtesy of road To let me pass, That I am half ashamed
I look at the world From awakening eyes in a black fac… And this is what I see: This fenced—off narrow space Assigned to me.
I went down to the river, I set down on the bank. I tried to think but couldn’t, So I jumped in and sank. I came up once and hollered!
Love Is a ripe plum Growing on a purple tree. Taste it once And the spell of its enchantment
