#AmericanWriters
of the furious Who take Today and jerk it out of… have made new underpinnings and a… Blacktime is time for chimeful poemhood
Blackness is a title, is a preoccupation, is a commitment Blacks are to comprehend—
We are things of dry hours and the… Grayed in, and gray. “Dream” mate… Like “rent”, “feeding a wife”, “sa… But could a dream sent up through… Its white and violet, fight with f…
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…
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…
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.
Mayor. Worldman. Historyman. Beyond steps that occur and close, your steps are echo-makers. You can never be forgotten. We begin our health.
I’ve stayed in the front yard al… I want a peek at the back Where it’s rough and untended an… A girl gets sick of a rose. I want to go in the back yard now
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…
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…
A riot is the language of the unhe… —martin luther king John Cabot, out of Wilma, once a… all whitebluerose below his golden… wrapped richly in right linen and…
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…
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.
To Marc Crawford from whom the commission Whose broken window is a cry of ar… (success, that winks aware as elegance, as a treasonable fait…
arrive. The Ladies from the Ladie… Arrive in the afternoon, the late… In diluted gold bars across the bo… Of proud, seamed faces with mercy… Here, there, interrupting, all dee…