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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,
Hold fast to dreams For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird That cannot fly. Hold fast to dreams
Love Is a ripe plum Growing on a purple tree. Taste it once And the spell of its enchantment
The ivory gods, And the ebony gods, And the gods of diamond and jade, Sit silently on their temple shelv… While the people
Harlem Sent him home in a long box— Too dead To know why:
Fine living . . . a la carte? Come to the Waldorf—Astoria! LISTEN HUNGRY ONES! Look! See what Vanity Fair says… new Waldorf—Astoria:
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?
When you turn the corner And you run into yourself Then you know that you have turned All the corners that are left
My name is Johnson— Madam Alberta K. The Madam stands for business. I’m smart that way. I had a
He glides so swiftly Back into the grass— Gives me the courtesy of road To let me pass, That I am half ashamed
been scared and battered. My hopes the wind done scattered. Snow has friz me, Sun has baked me, Looks like between 'em they done
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
I’m all alone in this world, she s… Ain’t got nobody to share my bed, Ain’t got nobody to hold my hand— The truth of the matter’s I ain’t got no man.
In the Quarter of the Negroes Where the doors are doors of paper Dust of dingy atoms Blows a scratchy sound. Amorphous jack—o’—Lanterns caper
When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. Since I come up North de