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I work all day, Said Simple John, Myself a house to buy. I work all day, Said Simple John,
Now dreams Are not available To the dreamers, Nor songs To the singers.
Night funeral In Harlem: Where did they get Them two fine cars? Insurance man, he did not pay—
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
Remember The days of bondage— And remembering— Do not stand still. Go to the highest hill
The ivory gods, And the ebony gods, And the gods of diamond and jade, Sit silently on their temple shelv… While the people
When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. Since I come up North de
The rent man knocked. He said, Howdy—do? I said, What Can I do for you? He said, You know
Only dumb guys fight. If I wasn’t dumb I wouldn’t be fightin’. I could make six dollars a day On the docks
I sat there singing her Songs in the dark. She said; 'I do not understand The words’.
It was a long time ago. I have almost forgotten my dream. But it was there then, In front of me, Bright like a sun—
We passed their graves: The dead men there, Winners or losers, Did not care. In the dark
Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head w… Let the rain sing you a lullaby. The rain makes still pools on the… The rain makes running pools in th…
He glides so swiftly Back into the grass— Gives me the courtesy of road To let me pass, That I am half ashamed
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 ...