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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…
Because my mouth Is wide with laughter And my throat Is deep with song, You do not think
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…
You sicken me with lies, With truthful lies. And with your pious faces. And your wide, out—stretched, mock—welcome, Christian hands.
I went to the Gypsy’s. Gypsy settin’ all alone. I said, Tell me, Gypsy, When will my gal be home? Gypsy said, Silver,
Well, son, I’ll tell you: Life for me ain’t been no crystal… It’s had tacks in it, And splinters, And boards torn up,
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 I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. Since I come up North de
He glides so swiftly Back into the grass— Gives me the courtesy of road To let me pass, That I am half ashamed
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…
How still, How strangely still The water is today, It is not good For water
I worked for a woman, She wasn’t mean— But she had a twelve—room House to clean. Had to get breakfast,
Gather quickly Out of darkness All the songs you know And throw them at the sun Before they melt
It’s such a Bore Being always Poor.
I could take the Harlem night and wrap around you, Take the neon lights and make a cr… Take the Lenox Avenue busses, Taxis, subways,
