#AmericanWriters
It would be nice In any case, To someday meet you Face to face Walking down
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
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
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?
What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore— And then run?
Being walkers with the dawn and mo… Walkers with the sun and morning, We are not afraid of night, Nor days of gloom, Nor darkness—
How still, How strangely still The water is today, It is not good For water
I play it cool I dig all jive. That's the reason I stay alive. My motto
Here I sit With my shoes mismated. Lawdy—mercy! I’s frustrated!
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,
Landlord, landlord, My roof has sprung a leak. Don’t you 'member I told you abou… Way last week? Landlord, landlord,
I’m all alone in this world, she s… Ain’t got nobody to share my bed, Ain’t got nobody to hold my hand— The truth of the matter’s I ain’t got no man.
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…
I live on a park bench. You, Park Avenue. Hell of a distance Between us two. I beg a dime for dinner—
The census man, The day he came round, Wanted my name To put it down. I said, Johnson,