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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 ...
Have you dug the spill Of Sugar Hill? Cast your gims On this sepia thrill: Brown sugar lassie,
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 —
When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. Since I come up North de
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…
When the shoe strings break On both your shoes And you’re in a hurry— That’s the blues. When you go to buy a candy bar
I am your son, white man! Georgia dusk And the turpentine woods. One of the pillars of the temple f… You are my son!
What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore— And then run?
The rent man knocked. He said, Howdy—do? I said, What Can I do for you? He said, You know
When you turn the corner And you run into yourself Then you know that you have turned All the corners that are left
Clean the spittoons, boy. Detroit, Chicago, Atlantic City, Palm Beach.
Here I sit With my shoes mismated. Lawdy—mercy! I’s frustrated!
In an envelope marked: PERSONAL God addressed me a letter. In an envelope marked: PERSONAL
Where is the Jim Crow section On this merry—go—round, Mister, cause I want to ride? Down South where I come from White and colored
To fling my arms wide In some place of the sun, To whirl and to dance Till the white day is done. Then rest at cool evening