#AmericanWriters
I will take you heart. I will take your soul out of your… As though I were God. I will not be satisfied With the touch of your hand
It’s such a Bore Being always Poor.
'Me an’ ma baby’s Got two mo’ ways, Two mo’ ways to do de Charleston!… Da, da, Da, da, da!
I catch the pattern Of your silence Before you speak I do not need To hear a word.
It would be nice In any case, To someday meet you Face to face Walking down
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.
Listen! Dear dream of utter aliveness— Touching my body of utter death— Tell me, O quickly! dream of aliv… The flaming source of your bright…
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
I’m all alone in this world, she s… Ain’t got nobody to share my bed, Ain’t got nobody to hold my hand— The truth of the matter’s I ain’t got no man.
Remember The days of bondage— And remembering— Do not stand still. Go to the highest hill
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
He glides so swiftly Back into the grass— Gives me the courtesy of road To let me pass, That I am half ashamed
been scared and battered. My hopes the wind done scattered. Snow has friz me, Sun has baked me, Looks like between 'em they done
Love Is a ripe plum Growing on a purple tree. Taste it once And the spell of its enchantment
I work all day, Said Simple John, Myself a house to buy. I work all day, Said Simple John,
