#Americans #Blacks
Gather quickly Out of darkness All the songs you know And throw them at the sun Before they melt
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—
Goin’ down the road, Lawd, Goin’ down the road. Down the road, Lawd, Way, way down the road. Got to find somebody
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?
God in His infinite wisdom Did not make me very wise— So when my actions are stupid They hardly take God by surprise
My old man’s a white old man And my old mother’s black. If ever I cursed my white old man I take my curses back. If ever I cursed my black old mot…
Love Is a ripe plum Growing on a purple tree. Taste it once And the spell of its enchantment
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
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
She, In the dark, Found light Brighter than many ever see. She,
I am God— Without one friend, Alone in my purity World without end. Below me young lovers
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.…
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…
Have you dug the spill Of Sugar Hill? Cast your gims On this sepia thrill: Brown sugar lassie,
The ivory gods, And the ebony gods, And the gods of diamond and jade, Sit silently on their temple shelv… While the people