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She, In the dark, Found light Brighter than many ever see. She,
Listen! Dear dream of utter aliveness— Touching my body of utter death— Tell me, O quickly! dream of aliv… The flaming source of your bright…
I live on a park bench. You, Park Avenue. Hell of a distance Between us two. I beg a dime for dinner—
Have you dug the spill Of Sugar Hill? Cast your gims On this sepia thrill: Brown sugar lassie,
When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. Since I come up North de
Gather quickly Out of darkness All the songs you know And throw them at the sun Before they melt
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
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 work all day, Said Simple John, Myself a house to buy. I work all day, Said Simple John,
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 —
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…
You sicken me with lies, With truthful lies. And with your pious faces. And your wide, out—stretched, mock—welcome, Christian hands.
In places like Selma, Alabama, Kids say, In places like Chicago and New York...
It would be nice In any case, To someday meet you Face to face Walking down
The ivory gods, And the ebony gods, And the gods of diamond and jade, Sit silently on their temple shelv… While the people