#AmericanWriters
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
I worked for a woman, She wasn’t mean— But she had a twelve—room House to clean. Had to get breakfast,
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…
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 know I am The Negro Problem Being wined and dined, Answering the usual questions That come to white mind
I play it cool I dig all jive. That's the reason I stay alive. My motto
Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head w… Let the rain sing you a lullaby. The rain makes still pools on the… The rain makes running pools in th…
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…
Oh, silver tree! Oh, shining rivers of the soul! In a Harlem cabaret Six long—headed jazzers play. A dancing girl whose eyes are bold
Harlem Sent him home in a long box— Too dead To know why:
Gather quickly Out of darkness All the songs you know And throw them at the sun Before they melt
I am your son, white man! Georgia dusk And the turpentine woods. One of the pillars of the temple f… You are my son!
When you turn the corner And you run into yourself Then you know that you have turned All the corners that are left
Have you dug the spill Of Sugar Hill? Cast your gims On this sepia thrill: Brown sugar lassie,
When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. Since I come up North de