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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
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 —
been scared and battered. My hopes the wind done scattered. Snow has friz me, Sun has baked me, Looks like between 'em they done
Landlord, landlord, My roof has sprung a leak. Don’t you 'member I told you abou… Way last week? Landlord, landlord,
You and your whole race. Look down upon the town in which y… And be ashamed. Look down upon white folks And upon yourselves
I play it cool I dig all jive. That's the reason I stay alive. My motto
She, In the dark, Found light Brighter than many ever see. She,
Night funeral In Harlem: Where did they get Them two fine cars? Insurance man, he did not pay—
God in His infinite wisdom Did not make me very wise— So when my actions are stupid They hardly take God by surprise
It would be nice In any case, To someday meet you Face to face Walking down
Here I sit With my shoes mismated. Lawdy—mercy! I’s frustrated!
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 am your son, white man! Georgia dusk And the turpentine woods. One of the pillars of the temple f… You are my son!
When the old junk man Death Comes to gather up our bodies And toss them into the sack of obl… I wonder if he will find The corpse of a white multi—millio…
I work all day, Said Simple John, Myself a house to buy. I work all day, Said Simple John,