#AmericanWriters
Landlord, landlord, My roof has sprung a leak. Don’t you 'member I told you abou… Way last week? Landlord, landlord,
I am God— Without one friend, Alone in my purity World without end. Below me young lovers
I dream a world where man No other man will scorn, Where love will bless the earth And peace its paths adorn I dream a world where all
Fine living . . . a la carte? Come to the Waldorf—Astoria! LISTEN HUNGRY ONES! Look! See what Vanity Fair says… new Waldorf—Astoria:
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…
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
What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore— And then run?
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!
God in His infinite wisdom Did not make me very wise— So when my actions are stupid They hardly take God by surprise
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.
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.
How quiet It is in this sick room Where on the bed A silent woman lies between two lo… Life and Death,
My old mule, He’s gota grin on his face. He’s been a mule so long He’s forgotten about his race. I’m like that old mule —
Now dreams Are not available To the dreamers, Nor songs To the singers.
When the shoe strings break On both your shoes And you’re in a hurry— That’s the blues. When you go to buy a candy bar