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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 ...
I went to the Gypsy’s. Gypsy settin’ all alone. I said, Tell me, Gypsy, When will my gal be home? Gypsy said, Silver,
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
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!
I am your son, white man! Georgia dusk And the turpentine woods. One of the pillars of the temple f… You are my son!
I am God— Without one friend, Alone in my purity World without end. Below me young lovers
The rent man knocked. He said, Howdy—do? I said, What Can I do for you? He said, You know
Harlem Sent him home in a long box— Too dead To know why:
Now dreams Are not available To the dreamers, Nor songs To the singers.
You and your whole race. Look down upon the town in which y… And be ashamed. Look down upon white folks And upon yourselves
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
My name is Johnson— Madam Alberta K. The Madam stands for business. I’m smart that way. I had a
We passed their graves: The dead men there, Winners or losers, Did not care. In the dark
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 know I am The Negro Problem Being wined and dined, Answering the usual questions That come to white mind