#Americans #Blacks
Harlem Sent him home in a long box— Too dead To know why:
I sat there singing her Songs in the dark. She said; 'I do not understand The words’.
'Me an’ ma baby’s Got two mo’ ways, Two mo’ ways to do de Charleston!… Da, da, Da, da, da!
The rent man knocked. He said, Howdy—do? I said, What Can I do for you? He said, You know
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?
I went to the Gypsy’s. Gypsy settin’ all alone. I said, Tell me, Gypsy, When will my gal be home? Gypsy said, Silver,
Now dreams Are not available To the dreamers, Nor songs To the singers.
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…
Have you dug the spill Of Sugar Hill? Cast your gims On this sepia thrill: Brown sugar lassie,
Gather quickly Out of darkness All the songs you know And throw them at the sun Before they melt
In places like Selma, Alabama, Kids say, In places like Chicago and New York...
I am God— Without one friend, Alone in my purity World without end. Below me young lovers
Good morning, daddy! Ain’t you heard The boogie—woogie rumble Of a dream deferred? Listen closely:
It was a long time ago. I have almost forgotten my dream. But it was there then, In front of me, Bright like a sun—
Tell all my mourners To mourn in red — Cause there ain’t no sense In my bein’ dead.
