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We passed their graves: The dead men there, Winners or losers, Did not care. In the dark
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
My old man’s a white old man And my old mother’s black. If ever I cursed my white old man I take my curses back. If ever I cursed my black old mot…
I work all day, Said Simple John, Myself a house to buy. I work all day, Said Simple John,
I am God— Without one friend, Alone in my purity World without end. Below me young lovers
The gold moth did not love him So, gorgeous, she flew away. But the gray moth circled the flam… Until the break of day. And then, with wings like a dead d…
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
In an envelope marked: PERSONAL God addressed me a letter. In an envelope marked: PERSONAL
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,
Tell all my mourners To mourn in red — Cause there ain’t no sense In my bein’ dead.
been scared and battered. My hopes the wind done scattered. Snow has friz me, Sun has baked me, Looks like between 'em they done
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…
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
You say I O.K.ed LONG DISTANCE? O.K.ed it when? My goodness, Central That was then!
When you turn the corner And you run into yourself Then you know that you have turned All the corners that are left