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You say I O.K.ed LONG DISTANCE? O.K.ed it when? My goodness, Central That was then!
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
When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. Since I come up North de
The census man, The day he came round, Wanted my name To put it down. I said, Johnson,
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 will take you heart. I will take your soul out of your… As though I were God. I will not be satisfied With the touch of your hand
Go home and write a page tonight. And let that page come out of you— Then, it will be true. I wonder if it’s that simple?
I was so sick last night I Didn’t hardly know my mind. So sick last night I Didn’t know my mind. I drunk some bad licker that
Well, son, I’ll tell you: Life for me ain’t been no crystal… It’s had tacks in it, And splinters, And boards torn up,
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,
I could take the Harlem night and wrap around you, Take the neon lights and make a cr… Take the Lenox Avenue busses, Taxis, subways,
Hold fast to dreams For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird That cannot fly. Hold fast to dreams
I live on a park bench. You, Park Avenue. Hell of a distance Between us two. I beg a dime for dinner—
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
I’ve known rivers: I’ve known rivers ancient as the w… My soul has grown deep like the ri… I bathed in the Euphrates when da… I built my hut near the Congo and…