#Americans #Blacks
God in His infinite wisdom Did not make me very wise— So when my actions are stupid They hardly take God by surprise
Harlem Sent him home in a long box— Too dead To know why:
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,
Love Is a ripe plum Growing on a purple tree. Taste it once And the spell of its enchantment
In an envelope marked: PERSONAL God addressed me a letter. In an envelope marked: PERSONAL
I sat there singing her Songs in the dark. She said; 'I do not understand The words’.
I am God— Without one friend, Alone in my purity World without end. Below me young lovers
I woke up this mornin’ ’Bout half-past three. All the womens in town Was gathered round me. Sweet gals was a-moanin’,
I’m all alone in this world, she s… Ain’t got nobody to share my bed, Ain’t got nobody to hold my hand— The truth of the matter’s I ain’t got no man.
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…
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.
Have you dug the spill Of Sugar Hill? Cast your gims On this sepia thrill: Brown sugar lassie,
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 ...
I am your son, white man! Georgia dusk And the turpentine woods. One of the pillars of the temple f… You are my son!
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