#AmericanWriters
Remember The days of bondage— And remembering— Do not stand still. Go to the highest hill
Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head w… Let the rain sing you a lullaby. The rain makes still pools on the… The rain makes running pools in th…
Now dreams Are not available To the dreamers, Nor songs To the singers.
I live on a park bench. You, Park Avenue. Hell of a distance Between us two. I beg a dime for dinner—
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…
I’m all alone in this world, she s… Ain’t got nobody to share my bed, Ain’t got nobody to hold my hand— The truth of the matter’s I ain’t got no man.
It was a long time ago. I have almost forgotten my dream. But it was there then, In front of me, Bright like a sun—
My old mule, He’s gota grin on his face. He’s been a mule so long He’s forgotten about his race. I’m like that old mule —
Clean the spittoons, boy. Detroit, Chicago, Atlantic City, Palm Beach.
I will take you heart. I will take your soul out of your… As though I were God. I will not be satisfied With the touch of your hand
Being walkers with the dawn and mo… Walkers with the sun and morning, We are not afraid of night, Nor days of gloom, Nor darkness—
I went down to the river, I set down on the bank. I tried to think but couldn’t, So I jumped in and sank. I came up once and hollered!
To fling my arms wide In some place of the sun, To whirl and to dance Till the white day is done. Then rest at cool evening
When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. Since I come up North de
I play it cool I dig all jive. That's the reason I stay alive. My motto