#AmericanWriters
I am God— Without one friend, Alone in my purity World without end. Below me young lovers
Remember The days of bondage— And remembering— Do not stand still. Go to the highest hill
Because my mouth Is wide with laughter And my throat Is deep with song, You do not think
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,
Children, I come back today To tell you a story of the long da… That I had to climb, that I had t… In order that the race might live… Look at my face —dark as the night…
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 got to leave this town. It’s a lonesome place. Got to leave this town cause It’s a lonesome place. A po’, po’ boy can’t
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.
I, too, sing America. I am the darker brother. They send me to eat in the kitchen When company comes, But I laugh,
Big Boy came Carrying a mermaid On his shoulders And the mermaid Had her tail
Goin’ down the road, Lawd, Goin’ down the road. Down the road, Lawd, Way, way down the road. Got to find somebody
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 calm, Cool face of the river Asked me for a kiss.
I went to the Gypsy’s. Gypsy settin’ all alone. I said, Tell me, Gypsy, When will my gal be home? Gypsy said, Silver,
The gold moth did not love him So, gorgeous, she flew away. But the gray moth circled the flam… Until the break of day. And then, with wings like a dead d…