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2 and 2 are 4. 4 and 4 are 8. But what would happen If the last 4 was late? And how would it be
God in His infinite wisdom Did not make me very wise— So when my actions are stupid They hardly take God by surprise
Good morning, daddy! Ain’t you heard The boogie—woogie rumble Of a dream deferred? Listen closely:
Well, son, I’ll tell you: Life for me ain’t been no crystal… It’s had tacks in it, And splinters, And boards torn up,
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…
She, In the dark, Found light Brighter than many ever see. She,
It’s such a Bore Being always Poor.
And that is what poetry may do, wrap up your dreams, protect and preserve and hold them until maybe they come true. Columbus dreamed of finding a new world, he found it. Edison dreamed ...
Night funeral In Harlem: Where did they get Them two fine cars? Insurance man, he did not pay—
How quiet It is in this sick room Where on the bed A silent woman lies between two lo… Life and Death,
You sicken me with lies, With truthful lies. And with your pious faces. And your wide, out—stretched, mock—welcome, Christian hands.
You and your whole race. Look down upon the town in which y… And be ashamed. Look down upon white folks And upon yourselves
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
Let’s go see Old Abe Sitting in the marble and the moon… Sitting lonely in the marble and t… Quiet for ten thousand centuries,… Quiet for a million, million years…
I play it cool I dig all jive. That's the reason I stay alive. My motto