#AmericanWriters
God in His infinite wisdom Did not make me very wise— So when my actions are stupid They hardly take God by surprise
2 and 2 are 4. 4 and 4 are 8. But what would happen If the last 4 was late? And how would it be
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…
Now dreams Are not available To the dreamers, Nor songs To the singers.
How still, How strangely still The water is today, It is not good For water
Here I sit With my shoes mismated. Lawdy—mercy! I’s frustrated!
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 went to the Gypsy’s. Gypsy settin’ all alone. I said, Tell me, Gypsy, When will my gal be home? Gypsy said, Silver,
Remember The days of bondage— And remembering— Do not stand still. Go to the highest hill
I got to leave this town. It’s a lonesome place. Got to leave this town cause It’s a lonesome place. A po’, po’ boy can’t
That Justice is a blind goddess Is a thing to which we black are w… Her bandage hides two festering so… That once perhaps were eyes.
Droning a drowsy syncopated tune, Rocking back and forth to a mellow… I heard a Negro play. Down on Lenox Avenue the other ni… By the pale dull pallor of an old…
I catch the pattern Of your silence Before you speak I do not need To hear a word.
I am your son, white man! Georgia dusk And the turpentine woods. One of the pillars of the temple f… You are my son!
I sat there singing her Songs in the dark. She said; 'I do not understand The words’.