#AmericanWriters
When you turn the corner And you run into yourself Then you know that you have turned All the corners that are left
Good morning, daddy! Ain’t you heard The boogie—woogie rumble Of a dream deferred? Listen closely:
Only dumb guys fight. If I wasn’t dumb I wouldn’t be fightin’. I could make six dollars a day On the docks
We passed their graves: The dead men there, Winners or losers, Did not care. In the dark
That Justice is a blind goddess Is a thing to which we black are w… Her bandage hides two festering so… That once perhaps were eyes.
You say I O.K.ed LONG DISTANCE? O.K.ed it when? My goodness, Central That was then!
By what sends the white kids I ain’t sent: I know I can’t be President.
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…
Love Is a ripe plum Growing on a purple tree. Taste it once And the spell of its enchantment
Tell all my mourners To mourn in red — Cause there ain’t no sense In my bein’ dead.
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,
Democracy will not come Today, this year Nor ever Through compromise and fear. I have as much right
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
Oh, silver tree! Oh, shining rivers of the soul! In a Harlem cabaret Six long—headed jazzers play. A dancing girl whose eyes are bold
In places like Selma, Alabama, Kids say, In places like Chicago and New York...