#AmericanWriters
I catch the pattern Of your silence Before you speak I do not need To hear a word.
2 and 2 are 4. 4 and 4 are 8. But what would happen If the last 4 was late? And how would it be
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
My name is Johnson— Madam Alberta K. The Madam stands for business. I’m smart that way. I had a
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?
The ivory gods, And the ebony gods, And the gods of diamond and jade, Sit silently on their temple shelv… While the people
Goin’ down the road, Lawd, Goin’ down the road. Down the road, Lawd, Way, way down the road. Got to find somebody
Tell all my mourners To mourn in red — Cause there ain’t no sense In my bein’ dead.
I could take the Harlem night and wrap around you, Take the neon lights and make a cr… Take the Lenox Avenue busses, Taxis, subways,
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, too, sing America. I am the darker brother. They send me to eat in the kitchen When company comes, But I laugh,
Droning a drowsy syncopated tune, Rocking back and forth to a mellow… I heard a Negro play. Down on Lenox Avenue the other ni… By the pale dull pallor of an old…
I know I am The Negro Problem Being wined and dined, Answering the usual questions That come to white mind
You and your whole race. Look down upon the town in which y… And be ashamed. Look down upon white folks And upon yourselves
From Christ to Ghandi Appears this truth— St. Francis of Assisi Proves it, too: Goodness becomes grandeur