#Americans #Blacks
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!
'Me an’ ma baby’s Got two mo’ ways, Two mo’ ways to do de Charleston!… Da, da, Da, da, da!
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.…
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…
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 live on a park bench. You, Park Avenue. Hell of a distance Between us two. I beg a dime for dinner—
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,
Tell all my mourners To mourn in red — Cause there ain’t no sense In my bein’ dead.
It’s such a Bore Being always Poor.
By what sends the white kids I ain’t sent: I know I can’t be President.
The rent man knocked. He said, Howdy—do? I said, What Can I do for you? He said, You know
The night is beautiful, So the faces of my people. The stars are beautiful, So the eyes of my people. Beautiful, also, is the sun.
I dream a world where man No other man will scorn, Where love will bless the earth And peace its paths adorn I dream a world where all
Down in the bass That steady beat Walking walking walking Like marching feet. Down in the bass
What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore— And then run?
