#AmericanWriters
Clean the spittoons, boy. Detroit, Chicago, Atlantic City, Palm Beach.
It would be nice In any case, To someday meet you Face to face Walking down
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
When a man starts out with nothing… When a man starts out with his han… Empty, but clean, When a man starts to build a world… He starts first with himself
How quiet It is in this sick room Where on the bed A silent woman lies between two lo… Life and Death,
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…
I sat there singing her Songs in the dark. She said; 'I do not understand The words’.
From Christ to Ghandi Appears this truth— St. Francis of Assisi Proves it, too: Goodness becomes grandeur
In places like Selma, Alabama, Kids say, In places like Chicago and New York...
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
I, too, sing America. I am the darker brother. They send me to eat in the kitchen When company comes, But I laugh,
In an envelope marked: PERSONAL God addressed me a letter. In an envelope marked: PERSONAL
Democracy will not come Today, this year Nor ever Through compromise and fear. I have as much right
Well, son, I’ll tell you: Life for me ain’t been no crystal… It’s had tacks in it, And splinters, And boards torn up,
Down in the bass That steady beat Walking walking walking Like marching feet. Down in the bass