#AmericanWriters
We passed their graves: The dead men there, Winners or losers, Did not care. In the dark
Big Boy came Carrying a mermaid On his shoulders And the mermaid Had her tail
Clean the spittoons, boy. Detroit, Chicago, Atlantic City, Palm Beach.
I catch the pattern Of your silence Before you speak I do not need To hear a word.
Night funeral In Harlem: Where did they get Them two fine cars? Insurance man, he did not pay—
Children, I come back today To tell you a story of the long da… That I had to climb, that I had t… In order that the race might live… Look at my face —dark as the night…
I am your son, white man! Georgia dusk And the turpentine woods. One of the pillars of the temple f… You are my son!
How still, How strangely still The water is today, It is not good For water
Now dreams Are not available To the dreamers, Nor songs To the singers.
The gold moth did not love him So, gorgeous, she flew away. But the gray moth circled the flam… Until the break of day. And then, with wings like a dead d…
She, In the dark, Found light Brighter than many ever see. She,
You sicken me with lies, With truthful lies. And with your pious faces. And your wide, out—stretched, mock—welcome, Christian hands.
I look at the world From awakening eyes in a black fac… And this is what I see: This fenced—off narrow space Assigned to me.
He glides so swiftly Back into the grass— Gives me the courtesy of road To let me pass, That I am half ashamed
I play it cool I dig all jive. That's the reason I stay alive. My motto