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The ivory gods, And the ebony gods, And the gods of diamond and jade, Sit silently on their temple shelv… While the people
I’ve known rivers: I’ve known rivers ancient as the w… flow of human blood in human veins My soul has grown deep like the ri… I bathed in the Euphrates when da…
Democracy will not come Today, this year Nor ever Through compromise and fear. I have as much right
My name is Johnson— Madam Alberta K. The Madam stands for business. I’m smart that way. I had a
Children, I come back today To tell you a story of the long da… That I had to climb, that I had t… In order that the race might live… Look at my face —dark as the night…
I, too, sing America. I am the darker brother. They send me to eat in the kitchen When company comes, But I laugh,
I catch the pattern Of your silence Before you speak I do not need To hear a word.
The calm, Cool face of the river Asked me for a kiss.
I look at the world From awakening eyes in a black fac… And this is what I see: This fenced—off narrow space Assigned to me.
The gold moth did not love him So, gorgeous, she flew away. But the gray moth circled the flam… Until the break of day. And then, with wings like a dead d…
Fine living . . . a la carte? Come to the Waldorf—Astoria! LISTEN HUNGRY ONES! Look! See what Vanity Fair says… new Waldorf—Astoria:
Harlem Sent him home in a long box— Too dead To know why:
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 ...
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?
From Christ to Ghandi Appears this truth— St. Francis of Assisi Proves it, too: Goodness becomes grandeur