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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
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
The calm, Cool face of the river Asked me for a kiss.
I worked for a woman, She wasn’t mean— But she had a twelve—room House to clean. Had to get breakfast,
'Me an’ ma baby’s Got two mo’ ways, Two mo’ ways to do de Charleston!… Da, da, Da, da, da!
What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore— And then run?
We passed their graves: The dead men there, Winners or losers, Did not care. In the dark
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…
My name is Johnson— Madam Alberta K. The Madam stands for business. I’m smart that way. I had a
Good morning, daddy! Ain’t you heard The boogie—woogie rumble Of a dream deferred? Listen closely:
It would be nice In any case, To someday meet you Face to face Walking down
You say I O.K.ed LONG DISTANCE? O.K.ed it when? My goodness, Central That was then!
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,
Droning a drowsy syncopated tune, Rocking back and forth to a mellow… I heard a Negro play. Down on Lenox Avenue the other ni… By the pale dull pallor of an old…
When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. Since I come up North de