#AmericanWriters
I’ve known rivers: I’ve known rivers ancient as the w… My soul has grown deep like the ri… I bathed in the Euphrates when da… I built my hut near the Congo and…
been scared and battered. My hopes the wind done scattered. Snow has friz me, Sun has baked me, Looks like between 'em they done
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
I got to leave this town. It’s a lonesome place. Got to leave this town cause It’s a lonesome place. A po’, po’ boy can’t
Night funeral In Harlem: Where did they get Them two fine cars? Insurance man, he did not pay—
By what sends the white kids I ain’t sent: I know I can’t be President.
Down in the bass That steady beat Walking walking walking Like marching feet. Down in the bass
I am God— Without one friend, Alone in my purity World without end. Below me young lovers
Well, son, I’ll tell you: Life for me ain’t been no crystal… It’s had tacks in it, And splinters, And boards torn up,
Harlem Sent him home in a long box— Too dead To know why:
I live on a park bench. You, Park Avenue. Hell of a distance Between us two. I beg a dime for dinner—
Let’s go see Old Abe Sitting in the marble and the moon… Sitting lonely in the marble and t… Quiet for ten thousand centuries,… Quiet for a million, million years…
When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. Since I come up North de
Go home and write a page tonight. And let that page come out of you— Then, it will be true. I wonder if it’s that simple?
Listen! Dear dream of utter aliveness— Touching my body of utter death— Tell me, O quickly! dream of aliv… The flaming source of your bright…