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.

I live on a park bench. You, Park Avenue. Hell of a distance Between us two. I beg a dime for dinner—

Now dreams Are not available To the dreamers, Nor songs To the singers.

I sat there singing her Songs in the dark. She said; 'I do not understand The words’.

The rent man knocked. He said, Howdy—do? I said, What Can I do for you? He said, You know

Hold fast to dreams For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird That cannot fly. Hold fast to dreams

Landlord, landlord, My roof has sprung a leak. Don’t you 'member I told you abou… Way last week? Landlord, landlord,

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

Have you dug the spill Of Sugar Hill? Cast your gims On this sepia thrill: Brown sugar lassie,

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