#AmericanWriters
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 am God— Without one friend, Alone in my purity World without end. Below me young lovers
From Christ to Ghandi Appears this truth— St. Francis of Assisi Proves it, too: Goodness becomes grandeur
My old man’s a white old man And my old mother’s black. If ever I cursed my white old man I take my curses back. If ever I cursed my black old mot…
I worked for a woman, She wasn’t mean— But she had a twelve—room House to clean. Had to get breakfast,
Being walkers with the dawn and mo… Walkers with the sun and morning, We are not afraid of night, Nor days of gloom, Nor darkness—
You say I O.K.ed LONG DISTANCE? O.K.ed it when? My goodness, Central That was then!
I live on a park bench. You, Park Avenue. Hell of a distance Between us two. I beg a dime for dinner—
When you turn the corner And you run into yourself Then you know that you have turned All the corners that are left
Fine living . . . a la carte? Come to the Waldorf—Astoria! LISTEN HUNGRY ONES! Look! See what Vanity Fair says… new Waldorf—Astoria:
I catch the pattern Of your silence Before you speak I do not need To hear a word.
By what sends the white kids I ain’t sent: I know I can’t be President.
I was so sick last night I Didn’t hardly know my mind. So sick last night I Didn’t know my mind. I drunk some bad licker that
been scared and battered. My hopes the wind done scattered. Snow has friz me, Sun has baked me, Looks like between 'em they done
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