#Americans #Blacks
Now dreams Are not available To the dreamers, Nor songs To the singers.
I was so sick last night I Didn’t hardly know my mind. So sick last night I Didn’t know my mind. I drunk some bad licker that
Hold fast to dreams For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird That cannot fly. Hold fast to dreams
Remember The days of bondage— And remembering— Do not stand still. Go to the highest hill
The calm, Cool face of the river Asked me for a kiss.
Gather quickly Out of darkness All the songs you know And throw them at the sun Before they melt
When you turn the corner And you run into yourself Then you know that you have turned All the corners that are left
We passed their graves: The dead men there, Winners or losers, Did not care. In the dark
Love Is a ripe plum Growing on a purple tree. Taste it once And the spell of its enchantment
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…
Only dumb guys fight. If I wasn’t dumb I wouldn’t be fightin’. I could make six dollars a day On the docks
In an envelope marked: PERSONAL God addressed me a letter. In an envelope marked: PERSONAL
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
That Justice is a blind goddess Is a thing to which we black are w… Her bandage hides two festering so… That once perhaps were eyes.
When a man starts out with nothing… When a man starts out with his han… Empty, but clean, When a man starts to build a world… He starts first with himself
