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How still, How strangely still The water is today, It is not good For water
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
When the shoe strings break On both your shoes And you’re in a hurry— That’s the blues. When you go to buy a candy bar
When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. Since I come up North de
Remember The days of bondage— And remembering— Do not stand still. Go to the highest hill
Hold fast to dreams For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird That cannot fly. Hold fast to dreams
How quiet It is in this sick room Where on the bed A silent woman lies between two lo… Life and Death,
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…
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.…
I know I am The Negro Problem Being wined and dined, Answering the usual questions That come to white mind
Have you dug the spill Of Sugar Hill? Cast your gims On this sepia thrill: Brown sugar lassie,
I will take you heart. I will take your soul out of your… As though I were God. I will not be satisfied With the touch of your hand
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’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…
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