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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…
Clean the spittoons, boy. Detroit, Chicago, Atlantic City, Palm Beach.
By what sends the white kids I ain’t sent: I know I can’t be President.
Fine living . . . a la carte? Come to the Waldorf—Astoria! LISTEN HUNGRY ONES! Look! See what Vanity Fair says… new Waldorf—Astoria:
We passed their graves: The dead men there, Winners or losers, Did not care. In the dark
Because my mouth Is wide with laughter And my throat Is deep with song, You do not think
When I get to be a composer I’m gonna write me some music abou… Daybreak in Alabama And I’m gonna put the purtiest so… Rising out of the ground like a sw…
Night funeral In Harlem: Where did they get Them two fine cars? Insurance man, he did not pay—
Good morning, daddy! Ain’t you heard The boogie—woogie rumble Of a dream deferred? Listen closely:
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,
That Justice is a blind goddess Is a thing to which we black are w… Her bandage hides two festering so… That once perhaps were eyes.
Down in the bass That steady beat Walking walking walking Like marching feet. Down in the bass
Droning a drowsy syncopated tune, Rocking back and forth to a mellow… I heard a Negro play. Down on Lenox Avenue the other ni… By the pale dull pallor of an old…
I sat there singing her Songs in the dark. She said; 'I do not understand The words’.
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams