#AmericanWriters
I work all day, Said Simple John, Myself a house to buy. I work all day, Said Simple John,
I am God— Without one friend, Alone in my purity World without end. Below me young lovers
Here I sit With my shoes mismated. Lawdy—mercy! I’s frustrated!
Harlem Sent him home in a long box— Too dead To know why:
Let’s go see Old Abe Sitting in the marble and the moon… Sitting lonely in the marble and t… Quiet for ten thousand centuries,… Quiet for a million, million years…
It’s such a Bore Being always Poor.
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
Down in the bass That steady beat Walking walking walking Like marching feet. Down in the bass
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.…
You say I O.K.ed LONG DISTANCE? O.K.ed it when? My goodness, Central That was then!
Love Is a ripe plum Growing on a purple tree. Taste it once And the spell of its enchantment
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
Have you dug the spill Of Sugar Hill? Cast your gims On this sepia thrill: Brown sugar lassie,
By what sends the white kids I ain’t sent: I know I can’t be President.
Hold fast to dreams For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird That cannot fly. Hold fast to dreams