#AmericanWriters
There is a little lightning in his… Iron at the mouth. His brows ride neither too far up… He is splendid. With a place to s… Some glowing in the common blood.
Blackness is a title, is a preoccupation, is a commitment Blacks are to comprehend—
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.
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…
People who have no children can be… Attain a mail of ice and insolence… Need not pause in the fire, and in… Hesitate in the hurricane to guard… And when wide world is bitten and…
Rudolph Reed was oaken. His wife was oaken too. And his two good girls and his goo… Oakened as they grew. “I am not hungry for berries.
Inamoratas, with an approbation, Bestowed his title. Blessed his i… He wakes, unwinds, elaborately: a… Tawny, reluctant, royal. He is fa… And fine this morning. Definite.…
AS SEEN BY DISCIPLINES There they are. Thirty at the corner. Black, raw, ready. Sores in the city
—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
For Reverend Theodore Richardson If Mary came would Mary Forgive, as Mothers may, And sad and second Saviour Furnish us today?
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…
Mayor. Worldman. Historyman. Beyond steps that occur and close, your steps are echo-makers. You can never be forgotten. We begin our health.
“The fact that we are black is our ultimate reality.” —Ron Karenga And several strengths from drowsin… but spoke in Single Sermon on the…
Mrs. Coley’s three-flat brick Isn’t here any more. All done with seeing her fat littl… Burst out of the basement door; And with seeing her African son-i…
Abortions will not let you forget. You remember the children you got… The damp small pulps with a little… The singers and workers that never… You will never neglect or beat