#AmericanWriters
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
Harlem Sent him home in a long box— Too dead To know why:
He glides so swiftly Back into the grass— Gives me the courtesy of road To let me pass, That I am half ashamed
You say I O.K.ed LONG DISTANCE? O.K.ed it when? My goodness, Central That was then!
In places like Selma, Alabama, Kids say, In places like Chicago and New York...
I take my dreams and make of them… and a round fountain with a beauti… And a song with a broken heart and… Do you understand my dreams? Sometimes you say you do,
Big Boy came Carrying a mermaid On his shoulders And the mermaid Had her tail
I went to the Gypsy’s. Gypsy settin’ all alone. I said, Tell me, Gypsy, When will my gal be home? Gypsy said, Silver,
Tell all my mourners To mourn in red — Cause there ain’t no sense In my bein’ dead.
Fine living . . . a la carte? Come to the Waldorf—Astoria! LISTEN HUNGRY ONES! Look! See what Vanity Fair says… new Waldorf—Astoria:
'Me an’ ma baby’s Got two mo’ ways, Two mo’ ways to do de Charleston!… Da, da, Da, da, da!
Clean the spittoons, boy. Detroit, Chicago, Atlantic City, Palm Beach.
We passed their graves: The dead men there, Winners or losers, Did not care. In the dark
That Justice is a blind goddess Is a thing to which we black are w… Her bandage hides two festering so… That once perhaps were eyes.
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