#AmericanWriters
I am your son, white man! Georgia dusk And the turpentine woods. One of the pillars of the temple f… You are my son!
I look at the world From awakening eyes in a black fac… And this is what I see: This fenced—off narrow space Assigned to me.
He glides so swiftly Back into the grass— Gives me the courtesy of road To let me pass, That I am half ashamed
Clean the spittoons, boy. Detroit, Chicago, Atlantic City, Palm Beach.
Where is the Jim Crow section On this merry—go—round, Mister, cause I want to ride? Down South where I come from White and colored
I, too, sing America. I am the darker brother. They send me to eat in the kitchen When company comes, But I laugh,
The ivory gods, And the ebony gods, And the gods of diamond and jade, Sit silently on their temple shelv… While the people
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,
And that is what poetry may do, wrap up your dreams, protect and preserve and hold them until maybe they come true. Columbus dreamed of finding a new world, he found it. Edison dreamed ...
That Justice is a blind goddess Is a thing to which we black are w… Her bandage hides two festering so… That once perhaps were eyes.
Night funeral In Harlem: Where did they get Them two fine cars? Insurance man, he did not pay—
Now dreams Are not available To the dreamers, Nor songs To the singers.
I sat there singing her Songs in the dark. She said; 'I do not understand The words’.
Big Boy came Carrying a mermaid On his shoulders And the mermaid Had her tail
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…