#AmericanWriters
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…
When a man starts out with nothing… When a man starts out with his han… Empty, but clean, When a man starts to build a world… He starts first with himself
You and your whole race. Look down upon the town in which y… And be ashamed. Look down upon white folks And upon yourselves
I catch the pattern Of your silence Before you speak I do not need To hear a word.
Love Is a ripe plum Growing on a purple tree. Taste it once And the spell of its enchantment
It’s such a Bore Being always Poor.
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…
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’ve known rivers: I’ve known rivers ancient as the w… flow of human blood in human veins My soul has grown deep like the ri… I bathed in the Euphrates when da…
Night funeral In Harlem: Where did they get Them two fine cars? Insurance man, he did not pay—
How still, How strangely still The water is today, It is not good For water
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,
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…
She, In the dark, Found light Brighter than many ever see. She,
The ivory gods, And the ebony gods, And the gods of diamond and jade, Sit silently on their temple shelv… While the people