#AmericanWriters
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
How still, How strangely still The water is today, It is not good For water
I’m all alone in this world, she s… Ain’t got nobody to share my bed, Ain’t got nobody to hold my hand— The truth of the matter’s I ain’t got no man.
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?
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 would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
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 the old junk man Death Comes to gather up our bodies And toss them into the sack of obl… I wonder if he will find The corpse of a white multi—millio…
The calm, Cool face of the river Asked me for a kiss.
When a man starts out with nothing… When a man starts out with his han… Empty, but clean, When a man starts to build a world… He starts first with himself
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.
Good morning, daddy! Ain’t you heard The boogie—woogie rumble Of a dream deferred? Listen closely:
I work all day, Said Simple John, Myself a house to buy. I work all day, Said Simple John,
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