#AmericanWriters
Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head w… Let the rain sing you a lullaby. The rain makes still pools on the… The rain makes running pools in th…
The night is beautiful, So the faces of my people. The stars are beautiful, So the eyes of my people. Beautiful, also, is the sun.
Democracy will not come Today, this year Nor ever Through compromise and fear. I have as much right
The ivory gods, And the ebony gods, And the gods of diamond and jade, Sit silently on their temple shelv… While the people
When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. Since I come up North de
My old mule, He’s gota grin on his face. He’s been a mule so long He’s forgotten about his race. I’m like that old mule —
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…
Tell all my mourners To mourn in red — Cause there ain’t no sense In my bein’ dead.
'Me an’ ma baby’s Got two mo’ ways, Two mo’ ways to do de Charleston!… Da, da, Da, da, da!
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
Down in the bass That steady beat Walking walking walking Like marching feet. Down in the bass
I catch the pattern Of your silence Before you speak I do not need To hear a word.
Harlem Sent him home in a long box— Too dead To know why:
I live on a park bench. You, Park Avenue. Hell of a distance Between us two. I beg a dime for dinner—