#Americans #Blacks
God in His infinite wisdom Did not make me very wise— So when my actions are stupid They hardly take God by surprise
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…
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
She, In the dark, Found light Brighter than many ever see. She,
Night funeral In Harlem: Where did they get Them two fine cars? Insurance man, he did not pay—
I catch the pattern Of your silence Before you speak I do not need To hear a word.
From Christ to Ghandi Appears this truth— St. Francis of Assisi Proves it, too: Goodness becomes grandeur
Fine living . . . a la carte? Come to the Waldorf—Astoria! LISTEN HUNGRY ONES! Look! See what Vanity Fair says… new Waldorf—Astoria:
Gather quickly Out of darkness All the songs you know And throw them at the sun Before they melt
In the Quarter of the Negroes Where the doors are doors of paper Dust of dingy atoms Blows a scratchy sound. Amorphous jack—o’—Lanterns caper
My name is Johnson— Madam Alberta K. The Madam stands for business. I’m smart that way. I had a
Let America be America again. Let it be the dream it used to be. Let it be the pioneer on the plain Seeking a home where he himself is… (America never was America to me.…
Only dumb guys fight. If I wasn’t dumb I wouldn’t be fightin’. I could make six dollars a day On the docks
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
Because my mouth Is wide with laughter And my throat Is deep with song, You do not think
