#AmericanWriters
The rent man knocked. He said, Howdy—do? I said, What Can I do for you? He said, You know
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
It was a long time ago. I have almost forgotten my dream. But it was there then, In front of me, Bright like a sun—
What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore— And then run?
Down in the bass That steady beat Walking walking walking Like marching feet. Down in the bass
I know I am The Negro Problem Being wined and dined, Answering the usual questions That come to white mind
I got to leave this town. It’s a lonesome place. Got to leave this town cause It’s a lonesome place. A po’, po’ boy can’t
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
Harlem Sent him home in a long box— Too dead To know why:
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
The calm, Cool face of the river Asked me for a kiss.
When you turn the corner And you run into yourself Then you know that you have turned All the corners that are left
I play it cool I dig all jive. That's the reason I stay alive. My motto
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’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…