#AmericanWriters
Let America be America again. Let it be the dream it used to be. Let it be the pioneer on the plain Seeking a home where he himself is… (America never was America to me.…
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
I am your son, white man! Georgia dusk And the turpentine woods. One of the pillars of the temple f… You are my son!
I sat there singing her Songs in the dark. She said; 'I do not understand The words’.
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
I work all day, Said Simple John, Myself a house to buy. I work all day, Said Simple John,
When the shoe strings break On both your shoes And you’re in a hurry— That’s the blues. When you go to buy a candy bar
Big Boy came Carrying a mermaid On his shoulders And the mermaid Had her tail
He glides so swiftly Back into the grass— Gives me the courtesy of road To let me pass, That I am half ashamed
When the old junk man Death Comes to gather up our bodies And toss them into the sack of obl… I wonder if he will find The corpse of a white multi—millio…
Here I sit With my shoes mismated. Lawdy—mercy! I’s frustrated!
The rent man knocked. He said, Howdy—do? I said, What Can I do for you? He said, You know
My old man’s a white old man And my old mother’s black. If ever I cursed my white old man I take my curses back. If ever I cursed my black old mot…
Love Is a ripe plum Growing on a purple tree. Taste it once And the spell of its enchantment
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…