#AmericanWriters
Already I am no longer looked at… My daughters and sons have put me… Are gone from the house. My husband and lovers are pleasant… And night is night.
“The fact that we are black is our ultimate reality.” —Ron Karenga And several strengths from drowsin… but spoke in Single Sermon on the…
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.
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
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…
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.
From the first it had been like a Ballad. It had the beat inevitabl… A wildness cut up, and tied in lit… Like the four-line stanzas of the… understood—the ballads they had se…
—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
AS SEEN BY DISCIPLINES There they are. Thirty at the corner. Black, raw, ready. Sores in the city
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…
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…
Say to them, say to the down-keepers, the sun-slappers, the self-soilers, the harmony-hushers,
He was born in Alabama. He was bred in Illinois. He was nothing but a Plain black boy. Swing low swing low sweet sweet ch…
The Pool Players. Seven at the Golden Shovel. We real cool. We Left school. We Lurk late. We