#AmericanWriters
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…
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…
We passed their graves: The dead men there, Winners or losers, Did not care. In the dark
My name is Johnson— Madam Alberta K. The Madam stands for business. I’m smart that way. I had a
You say I O.K.ed LONG DISTANCE? O.K.ed it when? My goodness, Central That was then!
In an envelope marked: PERSONAL God addressed me a letter. In an envelope marked: PERSONAL
I woke up this mornin’ ’Bout half-past three. All the womens in town Was gathered round me. Sweet gals was a-moanin’,
Remember The days of bondage— And remembering— Do not stand still. Go to the highest hill
been scared and battered. My hopes the wind done scattered. Snow has friz me, Sun has baked me, Looks like between 'em they done
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 sat there singing her Songs in the dark. She said; 'I do not understand The words’.
She, In the dark, Found light Brighter than many ever see. She,
Being walkers with the dawn and mo… Walkers with the sun and morning, We are not afraid of night, Nor days of gloom, Nor darkness—
He glides so swiftly Back into the grass— Gives me the courtesy of road To let me pass, That I am half ashamed
I catch the pattern Of your silence Before you speak I do not need To hear a word.