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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
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
I dream a world where man No other man will scorn, Where love will bless the earth And peace its paths adorn I dream a world where all
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…
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.
God in His infinite wisdom Did not make me very wise— So when my actions are stupid They hardly take God by surprise
Hold fast to dreams For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird That cannot fly. Hold fast to dreams
In places like Selma, Alabama, Kids say, In places like Chicago and New York...
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…
Have you dug the spill Of Sugar Hill? Cast your gims On this sepia thrill: Brown sugar lassie,
In the Quarter of the Negroes Where the doors are doors of paper Dust of dingy atoms Blows a scratchy sound. Amorphous jack—o’—Lanterns caper
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, too, sing America. I am the darker brother. They send me to eat in the kitchen When company comes, But I laugh,
Now dreams Are not available To the dreamers, Nor songs To the singers.
When you turn the corner And you run into yourself Then you know that you have turned All the corners that are left