#Americans #Blacks
Have you dug the spill Of Sugar Hill? Cast your gims On this sepia thrill: Brown sugar lassie,
Love Is a ripe plum Growing on a purple tree. Taste it once And the spell of its enchantment
We passed their graves: The dead men there, Winners or losers, Did not care. In the dark
Here I sit With my shoes mismated. Lawdy—mercy! I’s frustrated!
Remember The days of bondage— And remembering— Do not stand still. Go to the highest hill
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?
Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head w… Let the rain sing you a lullaby. The rain makes still pools on the… The rain makes running pools in th…
Only dumb guys fight. If I wasn’t dumb I wouldn’t be fightin’. I could make six dollars a day On the docks
Let’s go see Old Abe Sitting in the marble and the moon… Sitting lonely in the marble and t… Quiet for ten thousand centuries,… Quiet for a million, million years…
The census man, The day he came round, Wanted my name To put it down. I said, Johnson,
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
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 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,
I’ve known rivers: I’ve known rivers ancient as the w… My soul has grown deep like the ri… I bathed in the Euphrates when da… I built my hut near the Congo and…
It would be nice In any case, To someday meet you Face to face Walking down
