#Americans #Blacks
When you turn the corner And you run into yourself Then you know that you have turned All the corners that are left
Because my mouth Is wide with laughter And my throat Is deep with song, You do not think
How quiet It is in this sick room Where on the bed A silent woman lies between two lo… Life and Death,
Love Is a ripe plum Growing on a purple tree. Taste it once And the spell of its enchantment
He glides so swiftly Back into the grass— Gives me the courtesy of road To let me pass, That I am half ashamed
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
Gather quickly Out of darkness All the songs you know And throw them at the sun Before they melt
We passed their graves: The dead men there, Winners or losers, Did not care. In the dark
Fine living . . . a la carte? Come to the Waldorf—Astoria! LISTEN HUNGRY ONES! Look! See what Vanity Fair says… new Waldorf—Astoria:
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 —
Democracy will not come Today, this year Nor ever Through compromise and fear. I have as much right
I catch the pattern Of your silence Before you speak I do not need To hear a word.
When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. Since I come up North de
My old man’s a white old man And my old mother’s black. If ever I cursed my white old man I take my curses back. If ever I cursed my black old mot…
Remember The days of bondage— And remembering— Do not stand still. Go to the highest hill
