#AmericanWriters
God in His infinite wisdom Did not make me very wise— So when my actions are stupid They hardly take God by surprise
The calm, Cool face of the river Asked me for a kiss.
2 and 2 are 4. 4 and 4 are 8. But what would happen If the last 4 was late? And how would it be
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
Fine living . . . a la carte? Come to the Waldorf—Astoria! LISTEN HUNGRY ONES! Look! See what Vanity Fair says… new Waldorf—Astoria:
When the shoe strings break On both your shoes And you’re in a hurry— That’s the blues. When you go to buy a candy bar
Hold fast to dreams For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird That cannot fly. Hold fast to dreams
Night funeral In Harlem: Where did they get Them two fine cars? Insurance man, he did not pay—
Children, I come back today To tell you a story of the long da… That I had to climb, that I had t… In order that the race might live… Look at my face —dark as the night…
It would be nice In any case, To someday meet you Face to face Walking down
The gold moth did not love him So, gorgeous, she flew away. But the gray moth circled the flam… Until the break of day. And then, with wings like a dead d…
Have you dug the spill Of Sugar Hill? Cast your gims On this sepia thrill: Brown sugar lassie,
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…
Remember The days of bondage— And remembering— Do not stand still. Go to the highest hill
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.