James Baldwin Poems

No, I don't feel death coming.
I feel death going:
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I always wonder
what they think the niggers are doing
while they, the pink and alabaster pragmatists,
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Lord,
when you send the rain
think about it, please,
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If the hope of giving
is to love the living,
the giver risks madness
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The lady is a tramp
a camp
a lamp
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In a strange house,
a strange bed
in a strange town,
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