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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 ...
Goin’ down the road, Lawd, Goin’ down the road. Down the road, Lawd, Way, way down the road. Got to find somebody
When you turn the corner And you run into yourself Then you know that you have turned All the corners that are left
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…
When a man starts out with nothing… When a man starts out with his han… Empty, but clean, When a man starts to build a world… He starts first with himself
Children, I come back today To tell you a story of the long da… That I had to climb, that I had t… In order that the race might live… Look at my face —dark as the night…
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,
How quiet It is in this sick room Where on the bed A silent woman lies between two lo… Life and Death,
I am your son, white man! Georgia dusk And the turpentine woods. One of the pillars of the temple f… You are my son!
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.
When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. Since I come up North de
From Christ to Ghandi Appears this truth— St. Francis of Assisi Proves it, too: Goodness becomes grandeur
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—
In an envelope marked: PERSONAL God addressed me a letter. In an envelope marked: PERSONAL
The calm, Cool face of the river Asked me for a kiss.