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There
Where death
Stretches its wide horizons
And the sun gallops no more
Across the sky,
There were nothing
Is all,
I,
Who am nobody
Will become Infinity,
Even perhaps
Divinity.
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What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up
Like a raisin on a sun?
Or fester like a sore -
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over -
Like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags
Like a heavy load
Or does it explode?
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New Year
The years
Fall like dry leaves
From the top-less tree
Of eternity.
Does it matter
That another leaf has fallen?
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Dustbowl
The land
Wants me to come back
To a handful of dust in autumn,
To a raindrop
In the palm of my hand
In spring.
The land
Wants me to come back
To a broken song in October
To a snowbird on the wing.
The land
Wants me
To come back
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Love is a master of the ring
And life a circus tent.
What is this silly songs you sing?
Love is a master of a ring.
I am afraid!
Afraid of love!
And of Love's bitter whip!
Afraid,
Afraid of love
And love's sharp, stinging whip!
What is this silly song you sing?
Love is a master of a ring.
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Autumn Note
The little flowers of yesterday
Have all forgotten may.
The last good leaf
Has turned to brown
The last bright day is grey.
The cold of winter comes apace
And you have gone away.
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God
I am God -
Without one friend,
Alone in my purity
World without end.
Below me young lovers
Treat the sweet ground
But I am God
I can not come down.
Spring!
Life is love!
Love is life only!
Better to be human,
Than God - and lonely.
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Night Song
In the dark
Before the tall
Moon came,
Little short
Dusk
Was walking
Along.
I In the dark
Before the tall
Moon came,
Little short
Dusk
Was Singing
A song.
In the dark
Before the tall
Moon came
A lady names
Day
Fainted away
In the Dark.
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Misery
Play the blues for me
Play the blues for me
No other music
`Ll ease my misery.
Sing a soothin' song
Sing a soothin' song
Cause the man I love's done
Done me wrong.
Can't you understand
O, understand
A'good woman's cryin'
For a no-good man?
Black gal like me
Black gal like me
`S got to hear a blues
For her misery.
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Beale Street
The dream is vague
And all confused
With dice and women
And jazz and booze
The dream is vague
Without a name
Yet warm and wavering
And sharp as flame
The loss of a dream
Leaves nothing the same.
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City
In the morning city
Spreads its wings
Making a song
In stone that sings.
In the evening the city
Goes to bed
Hanging lights
About its head.
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Dreams
Hold fast to dreams
For if dream die
Love is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly
Hold fast to freams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow.
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Nonette
Wou wound my soul with a thousand spears,
You bathe my wounds in a flood of tears,
Nonette.
You give me a rose whose breath is sweet,
Whose petals are poison and death to eat,
Nonette.
And when I am dead you do not cry,
But your poor heart breaks, too,
And you, too, die.
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Jaime
He sits on a hill
And beats a drum
For a great earth spirits
That never come.
He sits on a hill
Looking out to sea
Toward a mirage-land
That will never be.
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Dancers
Stealing from the night
A few
Desperate hours
Of pleasure.
Stealing from death
A few
Desperate days
Of life.
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Dear lovely death
Dear lovely death
That takes all things under wing -
Never to kill -
Only to change
Into some other things
This suffering flash,
To make it either more or less,
But not again the same.
Dear lovely death
Change is thy other name.
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Harlem Night Song
Come
Let us roam the night together
Singing
I love you
Across
The Harlem roof-tops
Moon is shining
Night sky is blue.
Stars are the great drops
Of golden dew.
In the cabaret
The jazz band's playing
I love you.
Come
Let us roam the night together
Singing.
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Because my mouth
Is wide with laugher
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 laugher
You do not hear my inner cry
Because my feet
Are gay with dancing
You do not know
I die.
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Breath of a Rose
Love is like dew
On lilacs at dawn
Comes the swiff sun
And the dew is done.
Love is like star-light
In the sky at morn:
Star-light that goes
When day is born.
Love is like perfume
In the heart of a rose;
The flower withers
The perfume goes -
Love is no more
Than the breath of a rose,
No more
Than the breath of a rose.
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