#AmericanWriters
The calm, Cool face of the river Asked me for a kiss.
I woke up this mornin’ ’Bout half-past three. All the womens in town Was gathered round me. Sweet gals was a-moanin’,
God in His infinite wisdom Did not make me very wise— So when my actions are stupid They hardly take God by surprise
What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore— And then run?
I am your son, white man! Georgia dusk And the turpentine woods. One of the pillars of the temple f… You are my son!
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 —
Being walkers with the dawn and mo… Walkers with the sun and morning, We are not afraid of night, Nor days of gloom, Nor darkness—
It was a long time ago. I have almost forgotten my dream. But it was there then, In front of me, Bright like a sun—
In places like Selma, Alabama, Kids say, In places like Chicago and New York...
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
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…
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
By what sends the white kids I ain’t sent: I know I can’t be President.
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.
Landlord, landlord, My roof has sprung a leak. Don’t you 'member I told you abou… Way last week? Landlord, landlord,