#Americans #Blacks #Women
To be in love Is to touch with a lighter hand. In yourself you stretch, you are w… You look at things Through his eyes.
What do you think of us in fuzzy e… sterling, whose lunge is straight? Can you make a reason, how can you… Who memorize the rules from your o… Who never quite receive the whistl…
you did not know you were Afrika When you set out for Afrika you did not know you were going. Because you did not know you were Afrika.
Say to them, say to the down-keepers, the sun-slappers, the self-soilers, the harmony-hushers,
They eat beans mostly, this old ye… Dinner is a casual affair. Plain chipware on a plain and crea… Tin flatware. Two who are Mostly Good.
of the furious Who take Today and jerk it out of… have made new underpinnings and a… Blacktime is time for chimeful poemhood
The Pool Players. Seven at the Golden Shovel. We real cool. We Left school. We Lurk late. We
I hold my honey and I store my br… In little jars and cabinets of my… I label clearly, and each latch an… I bid, Be firm till I return from… I am very hungry. I am incomplete…
I shall not sing a May song. A May song should be gay. I’ll wait until November And sing a song of gray. I’ll wait until November
Into her mother’s bedroom to wash… “My mother is jelly-hearted and sh… Sweet, quiver-soft, irrelevant. N… Only a habit would cry if she shou… A pleasant sort of fool without th…
Oh mother, mother, where is happin… They took my lover’s tallness off… Left me lamenting. Now I cannot g… What I can use an empty heart-cup… He won’t be coming back here any m…
Now who could take you off to tiny… In one room or in two rooms or in… And cork you smartly, like the fla… You are? Not any woman. Not a wif… You’d let her twirl you, give her…
I put my seed into the ground And said, 'I’ll watch it grow.’ I watered it and cared for it As well as I could know. One day I walked in my back yard,
—And when you have forgotten the b… And most especially when you have… When you have forgotten Sunday ha… Or me sitting on the front-room ra… Looking off down the long street
Carried her unprotesting out the d… Kicked back the casket-stand. But… That stuff and satin aiming to enf… The lid’s contrition nor the bolts… Oh oh. Too much. Too much. Even…