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The census man, The day he came round, Wanted my name To put it down. I said, Johnson,
Clean the spittoons, boy. Detroit, Chicago, Atlantic City, Palm Beach.
By what sends the white kids I ain’t sent: I know I can’t be President.
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
It’s such a Bore Being always Poor.
How still, How strangely still The water is today, It is not good For water
I’ve known rivers: I’ve known rivers ancient as the w… flow of human blood in human veins My soul has grown deep like the ri… I bathed in the Euphrates when da…
When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. Since I come up North de
When you turn the corner And you run into yourself Then you know that you have turned All the corners that are left
Children, I come back today To tell you a story of the long da… That I had to climb, that I had t… In order that the race might live… Look at my face —dark as the night…
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
Tell all my mourners To mourn in red — Cause there ain’t no sense In my bein’ dead.
Droning a drowsy syncopated tune, Rocking back and forth to a mellow… I heard a Negro play. Down on Lenox Avenue the other ni… By the pale dull pallor of an old…
We passed their graves: The dead men there, Winners or losers, Did not care. In the dark
Big Boy came Carrying a mermaid On his shoulders And the mermaid Had her tail