#Americans #Blacks
How still, How strangely still The water is today, It is not good For water
Down in the bass That steady beat Walking walking walking Like marching feet. Down in the bass
Democracy will not come Today, this year Nor ever Through compromise and fear. I have as much right
I take my dreams and make of them… and a round fountain with a beauti… And a song with a broken heart and… Do you understand my dreams? Sometimes you say you do,
Because my mouth Is wide with laughter And my throat Is deep with song, You do not think
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
I am God— Without one friend, Alone in my purity World without end. Below me young lovers
'Me an’ ma baby’s Got two mo’ ways, Two mo’ ways to do de Charleston!… Da, da, Da, da, da!
When the old junk man Death Comes to gather up our bodies And toss them into the sack of obl… I wonder if he will find The corpse of a white multi—millio…
What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore— And then run?
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 would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
God in His infinite wisdom Did not make me very wise— So when my actions are stupid They hardly take God by surprise
When a man starts out with nothing… When a man starts out with his han… Empty, but clean, When a man starts to build a world… He starts first with himself
It was a long time ago. I have almost forgotten my dream. But it was there then, In front of me, Bright like a sun—
