Money And Art Are Far Apart.

Life For Me Ain't Been No Crystal Stair

I Loved My Friend He Went Away From Me There's Nothing More To Say The Poem Ends, Soft As It Began- I Loved My Friend.

Because My Mouth Is Wide With Laughter And My Throat Is Deep With Song, You Do Not Think I Suffer After I Have Held My Pain So Long? Because My Mouth Is Wide With Laughter You Do Not Hear My Inner Cry? Because My Feet Are Gay With Dancing You Do Not Know I Die?

When I Were A Young Man, I Used To Play Baseball And Steal Bases Just Like Jackie Robinson. If The Empire Would Rule Me Out, I Would Get Mad And Hit The Empire.

My Seeking Has Been To Explain And Illuminate The Negro Condition In America And Obliquely That Of All Human Kind.