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Down in the bass That steady beat Walking walking walking Like marching feet. Down in the bass
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 work all day, Said Simple John, Myself a house to buy. I work all day, Said Simple John,
I will take you heart. I will take your soul out of your… As though I were God. I will not be satisfied With the touch of your hand
I know I am The Negro Problem Being wined and dined, Answering the usual questions That come to white mind
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.
The night is beautiful, So the faces of my people. The stars are beautiful, So the eyes of my people. Beautiful, also, is the sun.
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 ...
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
When the old junk man Death Comes to gather up our bodies And toss them into the sack of obl… I wonder if he will find The corpse of a white multi—millio…
I sat there singing her Songs in the dark. She said; 'I do not understand The words’.
I worked for a woman, She wasn’t mean— But she had a twelve—room House to clean. Had to get breakfast,
What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore— And then run?
I play it cool I dig all jive. That's the reason I stay alive. My motto
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…