#Americans #Blacks
We passed their graves: The dead men there, Winners or losers, Did not care. In the dark
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
Down in the bass That steady beat Walking walking walking Like marching feet. Down in the bass
The ivory gods, And the ebony gods, And the gods of diamond and jade, Sit silently on their temple shelv… While the people
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
My old man’s a white old man And my old mother’s black. If ever I cursed my white old man I take my curses back. If ever I cursed my black old mot…
From Christ to Ghandi Appears this truth— St. Francis of Assisi Proves it, too: Goodness becomes grandeur
In an envelope marked: PERSONAL God addressed me a letter. In an envelope marked: PERSONAL
Droning a drowsy syncopated tune, Rocking back and forth to a mellow… I heard a Negro play. Down on Lenox Avenue the other ni… By the pale dull pallor of an old…
The rent man knocked. He said, Howdy—do? I said, What Can I do for you? He said, You know
I could take the Harlem night and wrap around you, Take the neon lights and make a cr… Take the Lenox Avenue busses, Taxis, subways,
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.
Clean the spittoons, boy. Detroit, Chicago, Atlantic City, Palm Beach.
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
I catch the pattern Of your silence Before you speak I do not need To hear a word.