#Americans #Blacks
I am your son, white man! Georgia dusk And the turpentine woods. One of the pillars of the temple f… You are my son!
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?
In an envelope marked: PERSONAL God addressed me a letter. In an envelope marked: PERSONAL
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 —
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,
'Me an’ ma baby’s Got two mo’ ways, Two mo’ ways to do de Charleston!… Da, da, Da, da, da!
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
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
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
You and your whole race. Look down upon the town in which y… And be ashamed. Look down upon white folks And upon yourselves
When Susanna Jones wears red her face is like an ancient cameo Turned brown by the ages. Come with a blast of trumphets, J… When Susanna Jones wears red
Night funeral In Harlem: Where did they get Them two fine cars? Insurance man, he did not pay—
Let’s go see Old Abe Sitting in the marble and the moon… Sitting lonely in the marble and t… Quiet for ten thousand centuries,… Quiet for a million, million years…
He glides so swiftly Back into the grass— Gives me the courtesy of road To let me pass, That I am half ashamed
To fling my arms wide In some place of the sun, To whirl and to dance Till the white day is done. Then rest at cool evening