#AmericanWriters
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Remember The days of bondage— And remembering— Do not stand still. Go to the highest hill
How quiet It is in this sick room Where on the bed A silent woman lies between two lo… Life and Death,
Where is the Jim Crow section On this merry—go—round, Mister, cause I want to ride? Down South where I come from White and colored
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—
In places like Selma, Alabama, Kids say, In places like Chicago and New York...
Night funeral In Harlem: Where did they get Them two fine cars? Insurance man, he did not pay—
Now dreams Are not available To the dreamers, Nor songs To the singers.
When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. Since I come up North de
Landlord, landlord, My roof has sprung a leak. Don’t you 'member I told you abou… Way last week? Landlord, landlord,
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
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…
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…
I am God— Without one friend, Alone in my purity World without end. Below me young lovers
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…