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Tell all my mourners To mourn in red — Cause there ain’t no sense In my bein’ dead.
The night is beautiful, So the faces of my people. The stars are beautiful, So the eyes of my people. Beautiful, also, is the sun.
It would be nice In any case, To someday meet you Face to face Walking down
Listen! Dear dream of utter aliveness— Touching my body of utter death— Tell me, O quickly! dream of aliv… The flaming source of your bright…
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
Now dreams Are not available To the dreamers, Nor songs To the singers.
We passed their graves: The dead men there, Winners or losers, Did not care. In the dark
In places like Selma, Alabama, Kids say, In places like Chicago and New York...
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
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
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?
Night funeral In Harlem: Where did they get Them two fine cars? Insurance man, he did not pay—
How still, How strangely still The water is today, It is not good For water
He glides so swiftly Back into the grass— Gives me the courtesy of road To let me pass, That I am half ashamed
It’s such a Bore Being always Poor.