#Americans #Blacks
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,
Tell all my mourners To mourn in red — Cause there ain’t no sense In my bein’ dead.
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 know I am The Negro Problem Being wined and dined, Answering the usual questions That come to white mind
been scared and battered. My hopes the wind done scattered. Snow has friz me, Sun has baked me, Looks like between 'em they done
How still, How strangely still The water is today, It is not good For water
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 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
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
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…
Harlem Sent him home in a long box— Too dead To know why:
I am your son, white man! Georgia dusk And the turpentine woods. One of the pillars of the temple f… You are my son!
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
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
When you turn the corner And you run into yourself Then you know that you have turned All the corners that are left
