#AmericanWriters
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…
I’ve known rivers: I’ve known rivers ancient as the w… My soul has grown deep like the ri… I bathed in the Euphrates when da… I built my hut near the Congo and…
The night is beautiful, So the faces of my people. The stars are beautiful, So the eyes of my people. Beautiful, also, is the sun.
Let’s go see Old Abe Sitting in the marble and the moon… Sitting lonely in the marble and t… Quiet for ten thousand centuries,… Quiet for a million, million years…
2 and 2 are 4. 4 and 4 are 8. But what would happen If the last 4 was late? And how would it be
God in His infinite wisdom Did not make me very wise— So when my actions are stupid They hardly take God by surprise
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
I catch the pattern Of your silence Before you speak I do not need To hear a word.
The ivory gods, And the ebony gods, And the gods of diamond and jade, Sit silently on their temple shelv… While the people
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
I know I am The Negro Problem Being wined and dined, Answering the usual questions That come to white mind
Harlem Sent him home in a long box— Too dead To know why:
Love Is a ripe plum Growing on a purple tree. Taste it once And the spell of its enchantment
You say I O.K.ed LONG DISTANCE? O.K.ed it when? My goodness, Central That was then!