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been scared and battered. My hopes the wind done scattered. Snow has friz me, Sun has baked me, Looks like between 'em they done
The calm, Cool face of the river Asked me for a kiss.
Because my mouth Is wide with laughter And my throat Is deep with song, You do not think
He glides so swiftly Back into the grass— Gives me the courtesy of road To let me pass, That I am half ashamed
Only dumb guys fight. If I wasn’t dumb I wouldn’t be fightin’. I could make six dollars a day On the docks
I am God— Without one friend, Alone in my purity World without end. Below me young lovers
From Christ to Ghandi Appears this truth— St. Francis of Assisi Proves it, too: Goodness becomes grandeur
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…
How quiet It is in this sick room Where on the bed A silent woman lies between two lo… Life and Death,
I play it cool I dig all jive. That's the reason I stay alive. My motto
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…
That Justice is a blind goddess Is a thing to which we black are w… Her bandage hides two festering so… That once perhaps were eyes.
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
I got to leave this town. It’s a lonesome place. Got to leave this town cause It’s a lonesome place. A po’, po’ boy can’t
In places like Selma, Alabama, Kids say, In places like Chicago and New York...