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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 am God— Without one friend, Alone in my purity World without end. Below me young lovers
Let America be America again. Let it be the dream it used to be. Let it be the pioneer on the plain Seeking a home where he himself is… (America never was America to me.…
It would be nice In any case, To someday meet you Face to face Walking down
Clean the spittoons, boy. Detroit, Chicago, Atlantic City, Palm Beach.
When Susanna Jones wears red her face is like an ancient cameo Turned brown by the ages. Come with a blast of trumphets, J… When Susanna Jones wears red
'Me an’ ma baby’s Got two mo’ ways, Two mo’ ways to do de Charleston!… Da, da, Da, da, da!
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
The calm, Cool face of the river Asked me for a kiss.
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.
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?
I catch the pattern Of your silence Before you speak I do not need To hear a word.
Remember The days of bondage— And remembering— Do not stand still. Go to the highest hill
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.
How still, How strangely still The water is today, It is not good For water