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The gold moth did not love him So, gorgeous, she flew away. But the gray moth circled the flam… Until the break of day. And then, with wings like a dead d…
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?
Where is the Jim Crow section On this merry—go—round, Mister, cause I want to ride? Down South where I come from White and colored
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 ...
God in His infinite wisdom Did not make me very wise— So when my actions are stupid They hardly take God by surprise
The ivory gods, And the ebony gods, And the gods of diamond and jade, Sit silently on their temple shelv… While the people
I will take you heart. I will take your soul out of your… As though I were God. I will not be satisfied With the touch of your hand
In an envelope marked: PERSONAL God addressed me a letter. In an envelope marked: PERSONAL
We passed their graves: The dead men there, Winners or losers, Did not care. In the dark
My old mule, He’s gota grin on his face. He’s been a mule so long He’s forgotten about his race. I’m like that old mule —
Democracy will not come Today, this year Nor ever Through compromise and fear. I have as much right
I catch the pattern Of your silence Before you speak I do not need To hear a word.
He glides so swiftly Back into the grass— Gives me the courtesy of road To let me pass, That I am half ashamed
Because my mouth Is wide with laughter And my throat Is deep with song, You do not think
I went down to the river, I set down on the bank. I tried to think but couldn’t, So I jumped in and sank. I came up once and hollered!
