#AmericanWriters
We passed their graves: The dead men there, Winners or losers, Did not care. In the dark
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
been scared and battered. My hopes the wind done scattered. Snow has friz me, Sun has baked me, Looks like between 'em they done
Tell all my mourners To mourn in red — Cause there ain’t no sense In my bein’ dead.
Down in the bass That steady beat Walking walking walking Like marching feet. Down in the bass
Only dumb guys fight. If I wasn’t dumb I wouldn’t be fightin’. I could make six dollars a day On the docks
Clean the spittoons, boy. Detroit, Chicago, Atlantic City, Palm Beach.
You say I O.K.ed LONG DISTANCE? O.K.ed it when? My goodness, Central That was then!
How still, How strangely still The water is today, It is not good For water
In the Quarter of the Negroes Where the doors are doors of paper Dust of dingy atoms Blows a scratchy sound. Amorphous jack—o’—Lanterns caper
He glides so swiftly Back into the grass— Gives me the courtesy of road To let me pass, That I am half ashamed
When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. Since I come up North de
I work all day, Said Simple John, Myself a house to buy. I work all day, Said Simple John,
Remember The days of bondage— And remembering— Do not stand still. Go to the highest hill
I, too, sing America. I am the darker brother. They send me to eat in the kitchen When company comes, But I laugh,