#AmericanWriters
He glides so swiftly Back into the grass— Gives me the courtesy of road To let me pass, That I am half ashamed
Oh, silver tree! Oh, shining rivers of the soul! In a Harlem cabaret Six long—headed jazzers play. A dancing girl whose eyes are bold
God in His infinite wisdom Did not make me very wise— So when my actions are stupid They hardly take God by surprise
Where is the Jim Crow section On this merry—go—round, Mister, cause I want to ride? Down South where I come from White and colored
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…
From Christ to Ghandi Appears this truth— St. Francis of Assisi Proves it, too: Goodness becomes grandeur
I am your son, white man! Georgia dusk And the turpentine woods. One of the pillars of the temple f… You are my son!
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
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…
Go home and write a page tonight. And let that page come out of you— Then, it will be true. I wonder if it’s that simple?
I am God— Without one friend, Alone in my purity World without end. Below me young lovers
Landlord, landlord, My roof has sprung a leak. Don’t you 'member I told you abou… Way last week? Landlord, landlord,
Because my mouth Is wide with laughter And my throat Is deep with song, You do not think
Droning a drowsy syncopated tune, Rocking back and forth to a mellow… I heard a Negro play. Down on Lenox Avenue the other ni… By the pale dull pallor of an old…
I sat there singing her Songs in the dark. She said; 'I do not understand The words’.