#AmericanWriters
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!
been scared and battered. My hopes the wind done scattered. Snow has friz me, Sun has baked me, Looks like between 'em they done
Gather quickly Out of darkness All the songs you know And throw them at the sun Before they melt
The calm, Cool face of the river Asked me for a kiss.
It would be nice In any case, To someday meet you Face to face Walking down
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?
Good morning, daddy! Ain’t you heard The boogie—woogie rumble Of a dream deferred? Listen closely:
Night funeral In Harlem: Where did they get Them two fine cars? Insurance man, he did not pay—
What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore— And then run?
Only dumb guys fight. If I wasn’t dumb I wouldn’t be fightin’. I could make six dollars a day On the docks
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 am God— Without one friend, Alone in my purity World without end. Below me young lovers
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, too, sing America. I am the darker brother. They send me to eat in the kitchen When company comes, But I laugh,
The night is beautiful, So the faces of my people. The stars are beautiful, So the eyes of my people. Beautiful, also, is the sun.