#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
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
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,
I woke up this mornin’ ’Bout half-past three. All the womens in town Was gathered round me. Sweet gals was a-moanin’,
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 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
In the Quarter of the Negroes Where the doors are doors of paper Dust of dingy atoms Blows a scratchy sound. Amorphous jack—o’—Lanterns caper
Night funeral In Harlem: Where did they get Them two fine cars? Insurance man, he did not pay—
I was so sick last night I Didn’t hardly know my mind. So sick last night I Didn’t know my mind. I drunk some bad licker that
I know I am The Negro Problem Being wined and dined, Answering the usual questions That come to white mind
In places like Selma, Alabama, Kids say, In places like Chicago and New York...
She, In the dark, Found light Brighter than many ever see. She,
God in His infinite wisdom Did not make me very wise— So when my actions are stupid They hardly take God by surprise
Let America be America again. Let it be the dream it used to be. Let it be the pioneer on the plain Seeking a home where he himself is… (America never was America to me.…
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams