#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 I get to be a composer I’m gonna write me some music abou… Daybreak in Alabama And I’m gonna put the purtiest so… Rising out of the ground like a sw…
We passed their graves: The dead men there, Winners or losers, Did not care. In the dark
I’m all alone in this world, she s… Ain’t got nobody to share my bed, Ain’t got nobody to hold my hand— The truth of the matter’s I ain’t got no man.
And that is what poetry may do, wrap up your dreams, protect and preserve and hold them until maybe they come true. Columbus dreamed of finding a new world, he found it. Edison dreamed ...
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 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…
The census man, The day he came round, Wanted my name To put it down. I said, Johnson,
Here I sit With my shoes mismated. Lawdy—mercy! I’s frustrated!
Now dreams Are not available To the dreamers, Nor songs To the singers.
You say I O.K.ed LONG DISTANCE? O.K.ed it when? My goodness, Central That was then!
I work all day, Said Simple John, Myself a house to buy. I work all day, Said Simple John,
Love Is a ripe plum Growing on a purple tree. Taste it once And the spell of its enchantment
The calm, Cool face of the river Asked me for a kiss.
When you turn the corner And you run into yourself Then you know that you have turned All the corners that are left
