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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
Have you dug the spill Of Sugar Hill? Cast your gims On this sepia thrill: Brown sugar lassie,
Down in the bass That steady beat Walking walking walking Like marching feet. Down in the bass
I went to the Gypsy’s. Gypsy settin’ all alone. I said, Tell me, Gypsy, When will my gal be home? Gypsy said, Silver,
My name is Johnson— Madam Alberta K. The Madam stands for business. I’m smart that way. I had a
The rent man knocked. He said, Howdy—do? I said, What Can I do for you? He said, You know
I am God— Without one friend, Alone in my purity World without end. Below me young lovers
When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. Since I come up North de
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 catch the pattern Of your silence Before you speak I do not need To hear a word.
I am your son, white man! Georgia dusk And the turpentine woods. One of the pillars of the temple f… You are my son!
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
Only dumb guys fight. If I wasn’t dumb I wouldn’t be fightin’. I could make six dollars a day On the docks
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 ...
'Me an’ ma baby’s Got two mo’ ways, Two mo’ ways to do de Charleston!… Da, da, Da, da, da!