Because my mouth Is wide with laughter And my throat Is deep with song, You do not think

She, In the dark, Found light Brighter than many ever see. She,

What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore— And then run?

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?

I went to the Gypsy’s. Gypsy settin’ all alone. I said, Tell me, Gypsy, When will my gal be home? Gypsy said, Silver,

That Justice is a blind goddess Is a thing to which we black are w… Her bandage hides two festering so… That once perhaps were eyes.

You and your whole race. Look down upon the town in which y… And be ashamed. Look down upon white folks And upon yourselves

By what sends the white kids I ain’t sent: I know I can’t be President.

The calm, Cool face of the river Asked me for a kiss.

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