#Americans #Blacks
Have you dug the spill Of Sugar Hill? Cast your gims On this sepia thrill: Brown sugar lassie,
been scared and battered. My hopes the wind done scattered. Snow has friz me, Sun has baked me, Looks like between 'em they done
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…
Goin’ down the road, Lawd, Goin’ down the road. Down the road, Lawd, Way, way down the road. Got to find somebody
Now dreams Are not available To the dreamers, Nor songs To the singers.
I’ve known rivers: I’ve known rivers ancient as the w… My soul has grown deep like the ri… I bathed in the Euphrates when da… I built my hut near the Congo and…
Night funeral In Harlem: Where did they get Them two fine cars? Insurance man, he did not pay—
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
I am God— Without one friend, Alone in my purity World without end. Below me young lovers
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?
Being walkers with the dawn and mo… Walkers with the sun and morning, We are not afraid of night, Nor days of gloom, Nor darkness—
The ivory gods, And the ebony gods, And the gods of diamond and jade, Sit silently on their temple shelv… While the people
Fine living . . . a la carte? Come to the Waldorf—Astoria! LISTEN HUNGRY ONES! Look! See what Vanity Fair says… new Waldorf—Astoria:
I worked for a woman, She wasn’t mean— But she had a twelve—room House to clean. Had to get breakfast,
Here I sit With my shoes mismated. Lawdy—mercy! I’s frustrated!
