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Landlord, landlord, My roof has sprung a leak. Don’t you 'member I told you abou… Way last week? Landlord, landlord,
And that is what poetry may do, wrap up your dreams, protect and preserve and hold them until maybe they come true. Columbus dreamed of finding a new world, he found it. Edison dreamed ...
I work all day, Said Simple John, Myself a house to buy. I work all day, Said Simple John,
Here I sit With my shoes mismated. Lawdy—mercy! I’s frustrated!
The gold moth did not love him So, gorgeous, she flew away. But the gray moth circled the flam… Until the break of day. And then, with wings like a dead d…
When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. Since I come up North de
It would be nice In any case, To someday meet you Face to face Walking down
I went down to the river, I set down on the bank. I tried to think but couldn’t, So I jumped in and sank. I came up once and hollered!
I catch the pattern Of your silence Before you speak I do not need To hear a word.
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.
I dream a world where man No other man will scorn, Where love will bless the earth And peace its paths adorn I dream a world where all
In places like Selma, Alabama, Kids say, In places like Chicago and New York...
I am your son, white man! Georgia dusk And the turpentine woods. One of the pillars of the temple f… You are my son!
Because my mouth Is wide with laughter And my throat Is deep with song, You do not think
I live on a park bench. You, Park Avenue. Hell of a distance Between us two. I beg a dime for dinner—