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How still, How strangely still The water is today, It is not good For water
Big Boy came Carrying a mermaid On his shoulders And the mermaid Had her tail
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,
You sicken me with lies, With truthful lies. And with your pious faces. And your wide, out—stretched, mock—welcome, Christian hands.
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…
He glides so swiftly Back into the grass— Gives me the courtesy of road To let me pass, That I am half ashamed
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…
The rent man knocked. He said, Howdy—do? I said, What Can I do for you? He said, You know
I worked for a woman, She wasn’t mean— But she had a twelve—room House to clean. Had to get breakfast,
It’s such a Bore Being always Poor.
The calm, Cool face of the river Asked me for a kiss.
I work all day, Said Simple John, Myself a house to buy. I work all day, Said Simple John,
God in His infinite wisdom Did not make me very wise— So when my actions are stupid They hardly take God by surprise
I am your son, white man! Georgia dusk And the turpentine woods. One of the pillars of the temple f… You are my son!
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