#AmericanWriters
Democracy will not come Today, this year Nor ever Through compromise and fear. I have as much right
Children, I come back today To tell you a story of the long da… That I had to climb, that I had t… In order that the race might live… Look at my face —dark as the night…
When Susanna Jones wears red her face is like an ancient cameo Turned brown by the ages. Come with a blast of trumphets, J… When Susanna Jones wears red
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
The gold moth did not love him So, gorgeous, she flew away. But the gray moth circled the flam… Until the break of day. And then, with wings like a dead d…
I worked for a woman, She wasn’t mean— But she had a twelve—room House to clean. Had to get breakfast,
How quiet It is in this sick room Where on the bed A silent woman lies between two lo… Life and Death,
We passed their graves: The dead men there, Winners or losers, Did not care. In the dark
I went to the Gypsy’s. Gypsy settin’ all alone. I said, Tell me, Gypsy, When will my gal be home? Gypsy said, Silver,
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
The rent man knocked. He said, Howdy—do? I said, What Can I do for you? He said, You know
I catch the pattern Of your silence Before you speak I do not need To hear a word.
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 —
The calm, Cool face of the river Asked me for a kiss.
How still, How strangely still The water is today, It is not good For water