From Christ to Ghandi Appears this truth— St. Francis of Assisi Proves it, too: Goodness becomes grandeur

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,

Night funeral In Harlem: Where did they get Them two fine cars? Insurance man, he did not pay—

been scared and battered. My hopes the wind done scattered. Snow has friz me, Sun has baked me, Looks like between 'em they done

I know I am The Negro Problem Being wined and dined, Answering the usual questions That come to white mind

I’m all alone in this world, she s… Ain’t got nobody to share my bed, Ain’t got nobody to hold my hand— The truth of the matter’s I ain’t got no man.

In the Quarter of the Negroes Where the doors are doors of paper Dust of dingy atoms Blows a scratchy sound. Amorphous jack—o’—Lanterns caper

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

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

In places like Selma, Alabama, Kids say, In places like Chicago and New York...