#AmericanWriters
I was so sick last night I Didn’t hardly know my mind. So sick last night I Didn’t know my mind. I drunk some bad licker that
I am God— Without one friend, Alone in my purity World without end. Below me young lovers
I know I am The Negro Problem Being wined and dined, Answering the usual questions That come to white mind
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 ...
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
How quiet It is in this sick room Where on the bed A silent woman lies between two lo… Life and Death,
I sat there singing her Songs in the dark. She said; 'I do not understand The words’.
When you turn the corner And you run into yourself Then you know that you have turned All the corners that are left
By what sends the white kids I ain’t sent: I know I can’t be President.
Harlem Sent him home in a long box— Too dead To know why:
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…
The rent man knocked. He said, Howdy—do? I said, What Can I do for you? He said, You know
Down in the bass That steady beat Walking walking walking Like marching feet. Down in the bass
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…
I play it cool I dig all jive. That's the reason I stay alive. My motto