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What is Africa to me	A
Copper sun or scarlet sea	A
Jungle star or jungle track	B
Strong bronzed men or regal black	B
Women from whose loins I sprang	C
When the birds of Eden sang	C
One three centuries removed	D
From the scenes his fathers loved	E
Spicy grove cinnamon tree	A
What is Africa to me	A
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So I lie who all day long	F
Want no sound except the song	F
Sung by wild barbaric birds	G
Goading massive jungle herds	G
Juggernauts of flesh that pass	H
Trampling tall defiant grass	H
Where young forest lovers lie	I
Plighting troth beneath the sky	I
So I lie who always hear	J
Though I cram against my ear	J
Both my thumbs and keep them there	K
Great drums throbbing through the air	K
So I lie whose fount of pride	L
Dear distress and joy allied	L
Is my somber flesh and skin	M
With the dark blood dammed within	M
Like great pulsing tides of wine	N
That I fear must burst the fine	N
Channels of the chafing net	O
Where they surge and foam and fret	O
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Africa A book one thumbs	P
Listlessly till slumber comes	P
Unremembered are her bats	Q
Circling through the night her cats	Q
Crouching in the river reeds	R
Stalking gentle flesh that feeds	R
By the river brink no more	S
Does the bugle throated roar	S
Cry that monarch claws have leapt	T
From the scabbards where they slept	T
Silver snakes that once a year	U
Doff the lovely coats you wear	K
Seek no covert in your fear	U
Lest a mortal eye should see	A
What's your nakedness to me	A
Here no leprous flowers rear	U
Fierce corollas in the air	K
Here no bodies sleek and wet	O
Dripping mingled rain and sweat	O
Tread the savage measures of	V
Jungle boys and girls in love	V
What is last year's snow to me	A
Last year's anything The tree	A
Budding yearly must forget	O
How its past arose or set shy shy	I
Bough and blossom flower fruit	W
Even what shy bird with mute	W
Wonder at her travail there	K
Meekly labored in its hair	K
One three centuries removed	D
From the scenes his fathers loved	E
Spicy grove cinnamon tree	A
What is Africa to me	A
	-
So I lie who find no peace	X
Night or day no slight release	X
From the unremittent beat	Y
Made by cruel padded feet	Y
Walking through my body's street	Y
Up and down they go and back	B
Treading out a jungle track	B
So I lie who never quite	Z
Safely sleep from rain at night	Z
I can never rest at all	A2
When the rain begins to fall	A2
Like a soul gone mad with pain	B2
I must match its weird refrain	B2
Ever must I twist and squirm	C2
Writhing like a baited worm	C2
While its primal measures drip	D2
Through my body crying Strip	D2
Doff this new exuberance	E2
Come and dance the Lover's Dance	F2
In an old remembered way	G2
Rain works on me night and day	G2
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Quaint outlandish heathen gods	H2
Black men fashion out of rods	H2
Clay and brittle bits of stone	I2
In a likeness like their own	I2
My conversion came high priced	J2
I belong to Jesus Christ	J2
Preacher of humility	A
Heathen gods are naught to me	A
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Father Son and Holy Ghost	K2
So I make an idle boast	K2
Jesus of the twice turned cheek	L2
Lamb of God although I speak	L2
With my mouth thus in my heart	M2
Do I play a double part	M2
Ever at Thy glowing altar	N2
Must my heart grow sick and falter	N2
Wishing He I served were black	B
Thinking then it would not lack	B
Precedent of pain to guide it	O2
Let who would or might deride it	O2
Surely then this flesh would know	P2
Yours had borne a kindred woe	P2
Lord I fashion dark gods too	Q2
Daring even to give You	Q2
Dark despairing features where	K
Crowned with dark rebellious hair	K
Patience wavers just so much as	R2
Mortal grief compels while touches	S2
Quick and hot of anger rise	T2
To smitten cheek and weary eyes	T2
Lord forgive me if my need	U2
Sometimes shapes a human creed	U2
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All day long and all night through	Q2
One thing only must I do	Q2
Quench my pride and cool my blood	V2
Lest I perish in the flood	V2
Lest a hidden ember set	O
Timber that I thought was wet	O
Burning like the dryest flax	W2
Melting like the merest wax	W2
Lest the grave restore its dead	X2
Not yet has my heart or head	X2
In the least way realized	Y2
They and I are civilized	Y2

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