#AmericanWriters
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 could take the Harlem night and wrap around you, Take the neon lights and make a cr… Take the Lenox Avenue busses, Taxis, subways,
I sat there singing her Songs in the dark. She said; 'I do not understand The words’.
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
By what sends the white kids I ain’t sent: I know I can’t be President.
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…
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…
He glides so swiftly Back into the grass— Gives me the courtesy of road To let me pass, That I am half ashamed
How quiet It is in this sick room Where on the bed A silent woman lies between two lo… Life and Death,
The census man, The day he came round, Wanted my name To put it down. I said, Johnson,
Gather quickly Out of darkness All the songs you know And throw them at the sun Before they melt
I went to the Gypsy’s. Gypsy settin’ all alone. I said, Tell me, Gypsy, When will my gal be home? Gypsy said, Silver,
been scared and battered. My hopes the wind done scattered. Snow has friz me, Sun has baked me, Looks like between 'em they done
I know I am The Negro Problem Being wined and dined, Answering the usual questions That come to white mind
The ivory gods, And the ebony gods, And the gods of diamond and jade, Sit silently on their temple shelv… While the people