#AmericanWriters
We passed their graves: The dead men there, Winners or losers, Did not care. In the dark
I got to leave this town. It’s a lonesome place. Got to leave this town cause It’s a lonesome place. A po’, po’ boy can’t
I dream a world where man No other man will scorn, Where love will bless the earth And peace its paths adorn I dream a world where all
In an envelope marked: PERSONAL God addressed me a letter. In an envelope marked: PERSONAL
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
Clean the spittoons, boy. Detroit, Chicago, Atlantic City, Palm Beach.
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…
It would be nice In any case, To someday meet you Face to face Walking down
How quiet It is in this sick room Where on the bed A silent woman lies between two lo… Life and Death,
Night funeral In Harlem: Where did they get Them two fine cars? Insurance man, he did not pay—
I’m all alone in this world, she s… Ain’t got nobody to share my bed, Ain’t got nobody to hold my hand— The truth of the matter’s I ain’t got no man.
The calm, Cool face of the river Asked me for a kiss.
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…
I am your son, white man! Georgia dusk And the turpentine woods. One of the pillars of the temple f… You are my son!
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