#AmericanWriters
He glides so swiftly Back into the grass— Gives me the courtesy of road To let me pass, That I am half ashamed
It’s such a Bore Being always Poor.
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…
I work all day, Said Simple John, Myself a house to buy. I work all day, Said Simple John,
I take my dreams and make of them… and a round fountain with a beauti… And a song with a broken heart and… Do you understand my dreams? Sometimes you say you do,
The rent man knocked. He said, Howdy—do? I said, What Can I do for you? He said, You know
Harlem Sent him home in a long box— Too dead To know why:
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
Have you dug the spill Of Sugar Hill? Cast your gims On this sepia thrill: Brown sugar lassie,
Goin’ down the road, Lawd, Goin’ down the road. Down the road, Lawd, Way, way down the road. Got to find somebody
Go home and write a page tonight. And let that page come out of you— Then, it will be true. I wonder if it’s that simple?
I, too, sing America. I am the darker brother. They send me to eat in the kitchen When company comes, But I laugh,
You and your whole race. Look down upon the town in which y… And be ashamed. Look down upon white folks And upon yourselves
Gather quickly Out of darkness All the songs you know And throw them at the sun Before they melt
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—