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Remember The days of bondage— And remembering— Do not stand still. Go to the highest hill
My name is Johnson— Madam Alberta K. The Madam stands for business. I’m smart that way. I had a
I got to leave this town. It’s a lonesome place. Got to leave this town cause It’s a lonesome place. A po’, po’ boy can’t
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 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,
It would be nice In any case, To someday meet you Face to face Walking down
You and your whole race. Look down upon the town in which y… And be ashamed. Look down upon white folks And upon yourselves
Democracy will not come Today, this year Nor ever Through compromise and fear. I have as much right
In an envelope marked: PERSONAL God addressed me a letter. In an envelope marked: PERSONAL
Big Boy came Carrying a mermaid On his shoulders And the mermaid Had her tail
Now dreams Are not available To the dreamers, Nor songs To the singers.
From Christ to Ghandi Appears this truth— St. Francis of Assisi Proves it, too: Goodness becomes grandeur
Night funeral In Harlem: Where did they get Them two fine cars? Insurance man, he did not pay—
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
Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head w… Let the rain sing you a lullaby. The rain makes still pools on the… The rain makes running pools in th…