#AmericanWriters
He glides so swiftly Back into the grass— Gives me the courtesy of road To let me pass, That I am half ashamed
Fine living . . . a la carte? Come to the Waldorf—Astoria! LISTEN HUNGRY ONES! Look! See what Vanity Fair says… new Waldorf—Astoria:
Night funeral In Harlem: Where did they get Them two fine cars? Insurance man, he did not pay—
Good morning, daddy! Ain’t you heard The boogie—woogie rumble Of a dream deferred? Listen closely:
You and your whole race. Look down upon the town in which y… And be ashamed. Look down upon white folks And upon yourselves
I look at the world From awakening eyes in a black fac… And this is what I see: This fenced—off narrow space Assigned to me.
I catch the pattern Of your silence Before you speak I do not need To hear a word.
I know I am The Negro Problem Being wined and dined, Answering the usual questions That come to white mind
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
Landlord, landlord, My roof has sprung a leak. Don’t you 'member I told you abou… Way last week? Landlord, landlord,
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 will take you heart. I will take your soul out of your… As though I were God. I will not be satisfied With the touch of your hand
To fling my arms wide In some place of the sun, To whirl and to dance Till the white day is done. Then rest at cool evening
My name is Johnson— Madam Alberta K. The Madam stands for business. I’m smart that way. I had a
When the old junk man Death Comes to gather up our bodies And toss them into the sack of obl… I wonder if he will find The corpse of a white multi—millio…
