#AmericanWriters
Love Is a ripe plum Growing on a purple tree. Taste it once And the spell of its enchantment
My name is Johnson— Madam Alberta K. The Madam stands for business. I’m smart that way. I had a
He glides so swiftly Back into the grass— Gives me the courtesy of road To let me pass, That I am half ashamed
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…
Being walkers with the dawn and mo… Walkers with the sun and morning, We are not afraid of night, Nor days of gloom, Nor darkness—
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?
Big Boy came Carrying a mermaid On his shoulders And the mermaid Had her tail
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
To fling my arms wide In some place of the sun, To whirl and to dance Till the white day is done. Then rest at cool evening
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…
Down in the bass That steady beat Walking walking walking Like marching feet. Down in the bass
I am God— Without one friend, Alone in my purity World without end. Below me young lovers
When you turn the corner And you run into yourself Then you know that you have turned All the corners that are left
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams