#AmericanWriters
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…
Listen! Dear dream of utter aliveness— Touching my body of utter death— Tell me, O quickly! dream of aliv… The flaming source of your bright…
You say I O.K.ed LONG DISTANCE? O.K.ed it when? My goodness, Central That was then!
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.…
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
In the Quarter of the Negroes Where the doors are doors of paper Dust of dingy atoms Blows a scratchy sound. Amorphous jack—o’—Lanterns caper
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…
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—
Remember The days of bondage— And remembering— Do not stand still. Go to the highest hill
The rent man knocked. He said, Howdy—do? I said, What Can I do for you? He said, You know
Night funeral In Harlem: Where did they get Them two fine cars? Insurance man, he did not pay—
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
I catch the pattern Of your silence Before you speak I do not need To hear a word.
Big Boy came Carrying a mermaid On his shoulders And the mermaid Had her tail
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…