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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!
I got to leave this town. It’s a lonesome place. Got to leave this town cause It’s a lonesome place. A po’, po’ boy can’t
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…
You sicken me with lies, With truthful lies. And with your pious faces. And your wide, out—stretched, mock—welcome, Christian hands.
Only dumb guys fight. If I wasn’t dumb I wouldn’t be fightin’. I could make six dollars a day On the docks
I, too, sing America. I am the darker brother. They send me to eat in the kitchen When company comes, But I laugh,
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 catch the pattern Of your silence Before you speak I do not need To hear a word.
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?
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
Down in the bass That steady beat Walking walking walking Like marching feet. Down in the bass
He glides so swiftly Back into the grass— Gives me the courtesy of road To let me pass, That I am half ashamed
You and your whole race. Look down upon the town in which y… And be ashamed. Look down upon white folks And upon yourselves
Because my mouth Is wide with laughter And my throat Is deep with song, You do not think
When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. Since I come up North de