#AmericanWriters
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.
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
He glides so swiftly Back into the grass— Gives me the courtesy of road To let me pass, That I am half ashamed
How still, How strangely still The water is today, It is not good For water
When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. Since I come up North de
From Christ to Ghandi Appears this truth— St. Francis of Assisi Proves it, too: Goodness becomes grandeur
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…
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—
Good morning, daddy! Ain’t you heard The boogie—woogie rumble Of a dream deferred? Listen closely:
It would be nice In any case, To someday meet you Face to face Walking down
What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore— And then run?
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.…
Harlem Sent him home in a long box— Too dead To know why:
I’ve known rivers: I’ve known rivers ancient as the w… flow of human blood in human veins My soul has grown deep like the ri… I bathed in the Euphrates when da…
When the old junk man Death Comes to gather up our bodies And toss them into the sack of obl… I wonder if he will find The corpse of a white multi—millio…