#Americans #Blacks
Clean the spittoons, boy. Detroit, Chicago, Atlantic City, Palm Beach.
In the Quarter of the Negroes Where the doors are doors of paper Dust of dingy atoms Blows a scratchy sound. Amorphous jack—o’—Lanterns caper
I live on a park bench. You, Park Avenue. Hell of a distance Between us two. I beg a dime for dinner—
Tell all my mourners To mourn in red — Cause there ain’t no sense In my bein’ dead.
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.…
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.
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…
I sat there singing her Songs in the dark. She said; 'I do not understand The words’.
It would be nice In any case, To someday meet you Face to face Walking down
Go home and write a page tonight. And let that page come out of you— Then, it will be true. I wonder if it’s that simple?
I catch the pattern Of your silence Before you speak I do not need To hear a word.
I’ve known rivers: I’ve known rivers ancient as the w… My soul has grown deep like the ri… I bathed in the Euphrates when da… I built my hut near the Congo and…
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
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…
Hold fast to dreams For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird That cannot fly. Hold fast to dreams