#AmericanWriters
Goin’ down the road, Lawd, Goin’ down the road. Down the road, Lawd, Way, way down the road. Got to find somebody
When Susanna Jones wears red her face is like an ancient cameo Turned brown by the ages. Come with a blast of trumphets, J… When Susanna Jones wears red
Fine living . . . a la carte? Come to the Waldorf—Astoria! LISTEN HUNGRY ONES! Look! See what Vanity Fair says… new Waldorf—Astoria:
How quiet It is in this sick room Where on the bed A silent woman lies between two lo… Life and Death,
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…
Have you dug the spill Of Sugar Hill? Cast your gims On this sepia thrill: Brown sugar lassie,
By what sends the white kids I ain’t sent: I know I can’t be President.
When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. Since I come up North de
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…
I will take you heart. I will take your soul out of your… As though I were God. I will not be satisfied With the touch of your hand
Big Boy came Carrying a mermaid On his shoulders And the mermaid Had her tail
I worked for a woman, She wasn’t mean— But she had a twelve—room House to clean. Had to get breakfast,
The calm, Cool face of the river Asked me for a kiss.
I work all day, Said Simple John, Myself a house to buy. I work all day, Said Simple John,
I am God— Without one friend, Alone in my purity World without end. Below me young lovers