#AmericanWriters
Have you dug the spill Of Sugar Hill? Cast your gims On this sepia thrill: Brown sugar lassie,
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…
I, too, sing America. I am the darker brother. They send me to eat in the kitchen When company comes, But I laugh,
The calm, Cool face of the river Asked me for a kiss.
She, In the dark, Found light Brighter than many ever see. She,
You and your whole race. Look down upon the town in which y… And be ashamed. Look down upon white folks And upon yourselves
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.
God in His infinite wisdom Did not make me very wise— So when my actions are stupid They hardly take God by surprise
I am your son, white man! Georgia dusk And the turpentine woods. One of the pillars of the temple f… You are my son!
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…
Well, son, I’ll tell you: Life for me ain’t been no crystal… It’s had tacks in it, And splinters, And boards torn up,
Harlem Sent him home in a long box— Too dead To know why:
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—
I catch the pattern Of your silence Before you speak I do not need To hear a word.
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams