#AmericanWriters
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…
Let America be America again. Let it be the dream it used to be. Let it be the pioneer on the plain Seeking a home where he himself is… (America never was America to me.…
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,
Gather quickly Out of darkness All the songs you know And throw them at the sun Before they melt
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
She, In the dark, Found light Brighter than many ever see. She,
How quiet It is in this sick room Where on the bed A silent woman lies between two lo… Life and Death,
When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. Since I come up North de
Remember The days of bondage— And remembering— Do not stand still. Go to the highest hill
I could take the Harlem night and wrap around you, Take the neon lights and make a cr… Take the Lenox Avenue busses, Taxis, subways,
I work all day, Said Simple John, Myself a house to buy. I work all day, Said Simple John,
Tell all my mourners To mourn in red — Cause there ain’t no sense In my bein’ dead.
It’s such a Bore Being always Poor.
Here I sit With my shoes mismated. Lawdy—mercy! I’s frustrated!