#AmericanWriters
Tell all my mourners To mourn in red — Cause there ain’t no sense In my bein’ dead.
When Susanna Jones wears red her face is like an ancient cameo Turned brown by the ages. Come with a blast of trumphets, J… When Susanna Jones wears red
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—
God in His infinite wisdom Did not make me very wise— So when my actions are stupid They hardly take God by surprise
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?
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
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
'Me an’ ma baby’s Got two mo’ ways, Two mo’ ways to do de Charleston!… Da, da, Da, da, da!
I went down to the river, I set down on the bank. I tried to think but couldn’t, So I jumped in and sank. I came up once and hollered!
Democracy will not come Today, this year Nor ever Through compromise and fear. I have as much right
Clean the spittoons, boy. Detroit, Chicago, Atlantic City, Palm Beach.
I dream a world where man No other man will scorn, Where love will bless the earth And peace its paths adorn I dream a world where all
Big Boy came Carrying a mermaid On his shoulders And the mermaid Had her tail
Good morning, daddy! Ain’t you heard The boogie—woogie rumble Of a dream deferred? Listen closely: